Credit card on the counter room 213 Started popping bottle tops on the balcony Listening to the waves whispering to me Welcome back down Down Thank God Im down Denim blue eyes the pride of some small town Dirty blonde hair like honey dripping down The Georgia in her voice is such a sweet sweet sound Calling me Me And its calling me Like Southern Gravity Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me Like the pull of Southern Gravity You shower off the sun and run into the night Bare feet on the boulevard ready to take flight Every neons buzzing but the house band aint tight Still it feels so right Right Not a cloud in sight Dont you know rivers run this way for a reason cause its all downhill once you catch that feeling Of Southern Gravity Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me Like the pull of Southern Gravity Tomorrow well wake up with a memory So I dont dare move with her lying next to me cause shes my Southern Gravity And im lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me Like the pull of Southern Gravity Southern Gravity Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree Nothing takes the weight of the world off of me Like the pull of southern gravity
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