Anthony David - Road To Baxley

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Yep, headed on down to Baxley, Georgia
Family reunion and all that (hey, cous', hey, kinfolk)
Uh, uh, oh, yay
Hahaha, uh, ay
Seventy-five, headed through Macon
Sixteen, w-w-we on the road, yeah
C-cotton fields, gettin' off of Dublin
31 through the country we roll
C-cuttin' up, drinkin' with my cousins
Small town, where’s everything slow, yeah
Eatin'-eatin' blue crab, pickin' out the dead men
Show the babies everything we know
Through the good and bad, our tradition survived
And now it’s our turn to keep it alive, yeah
Fire up the grill, we finna hav a fish fry, we goin' back with it Headed on
back to Baxly, yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Headed on
back to Baxley, yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Skin so soft, j-just to get the gnats off
Good Lord, some of y’all don’t know, yeah
Snappin' beans, sittin' up on the back porch
Got a bushel and a half let to go, oh, ho-ho yeah
Through the good and bad, our tradition survived
And now it’s our turn to keep it alive, yeah
Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Headed on
back to Baxley, yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Headed on
back to Baxley, yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Headed on
back to Baxley, yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Oh we’re
headed on back to Baxley, yay-yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay)