From the hills of Tennessee,
to the black lands of Fort George and the Tower River.
♪ There's a spot in Northeast Georgia ♪
♪ And if you blink when you're passing through ya ♪
♪ Just might miss it,
but won't know what you're missing ♪
♪ Smaller than BFE,
and you can bet that it's home to me ♪
♪ Last name,
reputation,
the weather's all that's changing,
you ♪
♪ It might not look like much,
but it's everything to us,
we got a town ♪
♪ But our big city lights,
are them stars at night,
won't lap around ♪
♪ And a two-finger wave, is all you got to say,
the days go by fast,
but the hours move on slow ♪
♪ Everyone would be better off if they could know,
what it's like to go down Tower Road,
yeah, oh oh oh oh oh ♪
♪ To go down Tower Road,
yeah,
oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪
I've been picking them muscadines,
learning how to paint a line,
got behind the wheel
to drive when I was just me.
Yeah, ooooh,
I wouldn't be
me if I didn't grow up between the pine trees.
We got the town,
but our big city lights are them stars at night,
one lap around,
and a
two finger wave is all you got to say.
The days go by fast, but the hours move on slow.
Everyone would be better off if they could
know what it's like to go down Tower Road.
Yeah, ooooh,
to go down Tower Road.
Yeah, ooooh.
Ooooooh,
yeah.
It might not look like much,
but it's everything to us.
We got the town,
but our big city lights are them stars at night,
one lap around,
and a two finger wave is all you got to say.
The days go by fast, but the hours move on slow.
Everyone would be better off if they could
know what it's like to go down Tower Road.
Oooh,
to go down Tower Road.
Oooh,
to go down Tower Road.
Oooh,
to go down Tower Road.