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Georgia Pines

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Lyrics

Intro

Mm

Yeah, mm-mm

Chorus

Pour another round for the ones who never made it

Sweet tea simmerin while the sun keeps fadin

Backroad memories creepin through the Georgia pines

Holdin what I got close 'fore I lose my mind

Pour another round for the ones who never made it

Sweet tea simmerin while the sun keeps fadin

Verse 1

Mama told me slow down said the fast life break you

Twenty-two on a dirt road what's a boy s'posed to do

Stackin paper countin pennies under magnolia trees

Knew I'd make it out one day if the Lord would please

Now I'm sittin on a porch swing watchin fireflies glow

Same town different man that's the way it go

Pre-Chorus

Every scar I carried

Every war I waged

Brought me back to this porch

Turned the page

Chorus

Pour another round for the ones who never made it

Sweet tea simmerin while the sun keeps fadin

Backroad memories creepin through the Georgia pines

Holdin what I got close 'fore I lose my mind

Pour another round for the ones who never made it

Sweet tea simmerin while the sun keeps fadin

Verse 2

Phone buzzin off the hook but I let it ring

Some calls ain't worth the words they bring

Old friend hit me up said he found the Lord

I said praise His name 'cause we both been scored

Life'll run you ragged make you second-guess

But these southern nights remind me I been blessed

Pre-Chorus

Every lesson learned

Every bridge I burned

Brought me to this moment

Now the tables turned

Chorus

Pour another round for the ones who never made it

Sweet tea simmerin while the sun keeps fadin

Backroad memories creepin through the Georgia pines

Holdin what I got close 'fore I lose my mind

Pour another round for the ones who never made it

Sweet tea simmerin while the sun keeps fadin

Bridge

Yeah

Slow down baby, slow down

This ain't a race to the grave

Slow down baby, slow down

Feel the earth that God gave

Mm

Chorus

Pour another round for the ones who never made it

Sweet tea simmerin while the sun keeps fadin

Backroad memories creepin through the Georgia pines

Holdin what I got close 'fore I lose my mind

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