Track 1: Good Old Georgia Sweet Tea

GOOD OLD GEORGIA SWEET TEA By Bubba Patrick [Spoken Intro — Warm North Georgia drawl, acoustic guitar picking] Well, I’ll tell you what… Some things you forget as you get older. And some things just stick with you. Like riding around Gainesville, Georgia, Back when a dollar went a long way, Gas was cheap, And everybody knew where to find A big ol’ sausage biscuit… And a glass of good old Georgia sweet tea. [Verse 1] I was riding around in my ’82 Toyota Celica, Two-tone black and silver, man, that car was cool. My little brother Jason had a Ford Ranger, Great Pumpkin orange, breaking every fashion rule. We’d cruise down Pearl Nix Parkway, Circle Lakeshore one more time. Windows down, the radio playing, Not a worry on our minds. [Verse 2] Godfather’s Pizza by the movie theater, Arby’s and Wendy’s down the street. Fraser’s had them big ol’ sausage biscuits, Lord have mercy, what a treat! Right there close to Burger King, We knew just where to go. A biscuit big as Sunday morning, And sweet tea cold as winter snow. [Chorus — Upbeat country swing] Good old Georgia sweet tea, Pour another glass for me! Take me back to those Georgia hills, Where a boy’s heart still runs free. A little sunshine, a little memory, A little laughter floating on the breeze. Nothing tastes quite like coming home And good old Georgia sweet tea! [Verse 3] Mama knew how to make that sweet tea, Sugar melting in the pan. Pour it over ice in a tall glass, Put it right into your hand. Sitting around that kitchen table, Talking about the day gone by. Never knew we were making memories, Just watching that old Georgia sky. [Chorus] Good old Georgia sweet tea, Pour another glass for me! Take me back to those Georgia hills, Where a boy’s heart still runs free. A little sunshine, a little memory, A little laughter floating on the breeze. Nothing tastes quite like coming home And good old Georgia sweet tea! [Bridge — Softer, nostalgic guitar and harmonica] Now the years keep rolling onward, And some faces I can’t see. But I still hear my brother laughing, Like he’s riding next to me. Those roads are full of stories, Those memories never leave. Sometimes all it takes to bring ’em back Is a glass of Georgia sweet tea. [Verse 4] Now I’m sitting with Heather on the porch, Watching evening shadows fall. Thinking about those Gainesville days, And how I wouldn’t trade ’em at all. Life sure took some winding roads, Some were rough and some were sweet. But there’s still a little North Georgia In the ground beneath my feet. [Final Chorus — Full band, joyful and heartfelt] Good old Georgia sweet tea, Pour another glass for me! Take me back to those Georgia hills, Where a boy’s heart still runs free. From those biscuits down at Fraser’s, To those old familiar streets, There’s a lifetime full of memories In good old Georgia sweet tea! Oh, good old Georgia sweet tea, Still tastes like home to me! [Spoken Outro — Guitar picking softly] Amazin’… You know, I can still see that old Celica, Black and silver, shining in the sun. And Jason pulling up beside me In that big orange Ranger. Two brothers… Just riding around Gainesville. Didn’t have a clue how special those days were. Well, little brother… How ’bout one more ride? And maybe we’ll stop for a biscuit… And some good old Georgia sweet tea. [Soft harmonica ending]