Peach State 4th of July

Songtekst

Title: Feels Like a Peach State 4th of July (Verse 1) Red clay dust on a two-lane road, tires hummin’ low Fence lines stretch where the tall grass grows Rockmart ridge in a heatwave haze, sunset bleeds in gold Old barn leanin’ like it’s stories told Screen door slammin’, Mama hollers “Y’all come eat!” Sweet tea sweatin’ on a pinewood seat Cicadas buzz like a backbeat band And the whole wide world fits in this land (Pre-Chorus) Yeah, you can feel it risin’ up through your boots Like a firework fuse just waitin’ on a spark to shoot (Chorus) It feels like a Peach State 4th of July Where the air’s so thick you can barely drive Tailgates down and the radios loud Red, white, blue in a rowdy crowd Roman candles cuttin’ up the sky Kids run wild and the sparks all fly From the red clay fields to the county line It feels like a Peach State 4th of July (Verse 2) Pickup parked by a pasture gate Cooler full and it’s gettin’ late Mosquitoes buzzin’ but nobody cares Barefoot dancin’ in lawn chair rows out there Bottle rockets whistlin’, dogs barkin’ loud Old glory wavin’ from a jacked-up crowd Somebody strummin’ on a pawn shop six While a sparkler burns in a girl’s fingertips (Pre-Chorus) Yeah, that southern night’s got a hold on you Like a long-lost song that you always knew (Chorus) It feels like a Peach State 4th of July Where the air’s so thick you can barely drive Tailgates down and the radios loud Red, white, blue in a rowdy crowd Roman candles cuttin’ up the sky Kids run wild and the sparks all fly From the red clay fields to the county line It feels like a Peach State 4th of July (Bridge – Somber) Yeah, we light one up for the ones gone on Names carved deep that we’re leanin’ on From foreign sands to these Georgia pines They gave their days so we could have nights like tonight And there’s a few old boys standin’ off to the side With quiet eyes and a humble pride We raise a hand, we bow our heads For the living and the fallen, we won’t forget (Break – Spoken style Bakersfield feel) Yeah… freedom don’t come free, y’all… So let ‘em hear us all the way to heaven tonight… (Final Chorus) It feels like a Peach State 4th of July Hear the echo roll through the countryside Freedom rings in the crickets’ song And the good Lord knows where we belong Fireworks paint every small-town sky Like a promise we won’t let die From the red clay roots to the stars on high It feels like a Peach State 4th of July (Outro) Yeah, it feels like home… Under them Georgia stars… It's feeling like a Peach State 4th of July...