verse 1 

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 


[Refrão]
 
         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 


[Refrão]
 
         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 


[Refrão]
 
         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)