Cifras
South Of Atlanta

Tom: E

Introdução:

E                                                                                                            A                      E  
There's a town in south Georgia where the water is clean
E                                                                         A                              E  
Lob-lollies grow tall, the winters ain't mean
B                                                                                         A                              E  
The people who live there are the kind you can trust
B                                                                         A                              B  
They all grew up riding the county school bus
verse 2
E                                                                                            A                            E  
There's a town in south Georgia so humble and small
E                                                                                                         A                         E  
If you sneeze driving through, you won't see it at all
B                                                                                    A                              E  
Every Sunday at supper they're bowing their heads
B                                                                    A                      B  
Thankful for snap peas and chili cornbread
                        A                    E                    B            E  
Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
A                      E                                         B                            E  
East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies
                  A                              E                                 B                                 E  
You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air
                  A                              E                                 B                                 E  
Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there
verse 3
E                                                                                 A                            E  
Old Joe's at the Chevron, take that to the bank
E                                                                                              A                            E  
He'll wipe off your windows, he'll fill up your tank
B                                                                                              A                                         E  
There's a good game of checkers that's happening somewhere
B                                                                                    A                              B  
You ain't had barbecue until you had it down there
                        A                    E                    B            E  
Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
A                      E                                         B                            E  
East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies
                  A                              E                                 B                                 E  
You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air
                  A                              E                                 B                                 E  
Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there
verse 4
E                                                                                                                    A                                 E  
There's a town in south Georgia where the fishing's still good
E                                                                                                         A                    E  
And if you want a fire, you gotta split your own wood
B                                                                                    A                                 E  
People wave without taking their hand off the wheel
B                                                                                         A                         E  
They're keeping it simple, they're keeping it real
B                                                                                            A                            E  
If they give you their word, you can put it in stone
B                                                                                                              A                                      E  
And if the whole world goes crazy, there's one place that won't
Bridge
B                                                                                            A                      E  
And lord when I die, let's make a deal
B                                                                                 A                                      E  
Lay me down in that town, where time stands still
                        A                    E                    B            E  
Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
A                      E                                         B                            E  
East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies
                  A                              E                                 B                                 E  
You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air
                  A                              E                                 B                                 E  
Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there (x2)