not change a thing So lay down a back beat. Crank up your trusty Gibson. Let's give it everything we got just one more time. Lovin' the life we're livin'. Playin' that Georgia rhythm. Nothin' else
In the cool of the evenin' when everything is gettin' kind of groovy. I call you up and ask you if you'd like to go with me and see a movie. First you say, no, you've got some plans for the night.
Doraville. Touch of country in the city. Doraville. It ain't much, but it's home Friends of mine. Say I oughta move to New York. New York's fine. But it ain't Doraville Every night. I make a li
AtlantaRhythmSection. Neon Nites We were two crazy people. It was a neon nite. A little glitter. Multi-colored slides There was some high stepping. Oh, what a life. With those high rolling
Paper fans in sweaty hands. Shooing flies away. Reflections on a porch. A shelter from the scorch. When dog days came around Babies squalled as August crawled. Past old folks in the shade. The w
Imaginary lovers never turn you down. When all the others turn you away they're around It's my private pleasure midnight fantasy. Someone to share my wildest dreams with me Imaginary lover, you're m