Biografia:
Brent Cobb (born in Americus, Georgia) is an American country music singer-songwriter.
If the love of music can follow a bloodline then you could say that writer & recording artist Brent Cobb was born to be a musician. In fact, so many members of Brent’s extended family have musical ability that he can’t really name them all. Music was not only in his blood, it was played and heard in his home as a child and in the homes of most of his relatives throughout his youth.
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[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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus] (x2)
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
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus] (x2)
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
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