Credit card on the counter, room 213
Started popping bottle tops on the balcony
Listening to the waves whisper- ing to me
Welcome back down, down, thank God I'm down
Denim blue eyes, the pride of some small town
Dirty blonde hair like honey dripping down
The Georgia in her voice is such a sweet sweet sound
Calling me, me, and it's calling me
Like sou- -thern gravity
Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree
Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me
Like the pull of southern gravi- ty
Solo
You shower off the sun and run into the night
Bare feet on the boulevard ready to take flight
Every neon?fs buzzing but the house band ain't tight
Still it feels so right, right, not a cloud in sight
Bridge 1
Don?ft you know rivers run this way for a reason
'Cause its all down- hill once you catch that feeling
Of sou- -thern gravity
Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree
Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me
Like the pull of southern gravity
Solo
Bridge 2
Tomorrow we?fll wake up with a memory
So I don't dare move with her lying next to me ---
'Cause she's my sou- -thern gravity
And I?fm lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree
Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me
Like the pull of southern gravi- ty
Sou- -thern gravity
Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree
Nothing takes the weight of the world off of me
Like the pull of southern gravi- ty
Like the pull of southern gravi- ty
Like the pull of southern gravi- ty
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