It's just what we do Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight, hey baby that's alright It's our backwoods, boondocks roots, it's just what we do Hey, ain't no way to make this up, when it's runnin' through your blood There ain't no hidin' the truth, its

Keeps Georgia on my mind Just an old sweet song Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you The whole day through I said now, Georgia

Take it out on me And put your lips on mine Let me take his wrong And make it right this time Yeah, you can just come over You ain't gotta call You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad When you're 'bout to break When you're mad as hell

Simple as can be Its just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E It's like one, two, three Just as easy as can be Just the way you look at me You make me smile Ain't no need to complicate it, we both know that's overrated We've been there, it's safe to say it ain't

Rainy night in Georgia I believe it's rainin' all over the world Hoverin' by my suitcase Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night A heavy rain is fallin' Seems I hear your voice callin', "It's alright" Neon signs flashin' Taxi cabs and buses

Baby I'm a lifer I ain't goin' nowhere Told you since day one I had to wife ya Show the world that I just wanna love ya Girl I don't wanna fight ya Yeah you're the only one for me God knows that I'm a product of George Strait And dammit I love sayin' to

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? The devil went down to Georgia, He was looking for a soul to steal, He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make a deal. When

Women, beautiful women (Y-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Women, God-given women The reason we're livin' And lovin' this life, hallelujah We're all better off with 'em Oh (oh), so (so) beautiful

The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright Where I grew up, we rode in trucks Ridin' down Buck Island Road Down where I was born was heaven on earth We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids You either

This is how we roll We hanging round singing out everything on the radio We light it up with our hands up This is how we do Baby, this is how we roll Yeah, this is how we roll We light it up Light it up, light it up This is how we roll baby