Lyrics
But it s home, hot time in dixie
Friends of mine say i oughta move to new york, you ll dig it
Sweet georgia, it s all right, it s all right
Red clay hills, and that s all right to folks in doraville Doraville, i make a living making music
Touch of country in the city, behind their field getting down in doraville Rythym, but it s home
It s all right, touch of country in the city Atlanta, it ain t much
touch of country in the city
Red clay hills, but it ain t doraville Doraville, hot time in dixie
But it s home, but it s home
it s all right
But it s home, it s all right, it s all right
Hot time in dixie, and that s all right to folks in doraville Rythym, but it s home
It s all right, it s all right
Red clay hills, you ll dig it
You ll dig it, it s all right
hot time in dixie
It ain t much, touch of country in the city
new york s fine
sweet georgia
Touch of country in the city, it ain t much, red clay hills
And that s all right to folks in doraville, i make a living making music Rythym, but it s home
You ll dig it, it s all right
it s all right
I make a living making music, it s all right Rythym, sweet georgia
rednecks drinking wine on sunday
behind their field getting down in doraville
Behind their field getting down in doraville, friends of mine say i oughta move to new york, friends of mine say i oughta move to new york
but it ain t doraville
Touch of country in the city, behind their field getting down in doraville
Touch of country in the city, it ain t much, but it s home
new york s fine
But it s home, it s all right, hot time in dixie
Hot time in dixie, it s funky but i ts pretty Doraville, it s all right
Hot time in dixie, rednecks drinking wine on sunday Rythym, touch of country in the city
it s all right
It s all right, touch of country in the city
but it s home
But it ain t doraville, touch of country in the city
hot time in dixie
It s all right, and that s all right to folks in doraville
i make a living making music
but it s home
It ain t much, red clay hills, but it s home