GeorgiaClay

Georgia Clay —— Josh Kelley

Ain't it funny how some things take you back

And the here and now just fades to black

When I pull that blue tarp off of that time machine

Man' it hits me

Seventeen years old running on dumb luck

Spent the whole damn summer

Living in that truck

Them old tires still covered in that mud

Like it sticks with me' in my blood

When life was nothing more than living for the night

Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride

Good old days don't wash away

Just like that Georgia Clay

Only one of my friends with a Fake I D

It made the hometown celebrity

Used to put her in park in a vacant lot

And I still can't believe we never got caught

When life was nothing more than living for the night

Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride

Good old days don't wash away

Just like that Georgia clay

All over everything' every last memory

Man it's all coming back to me

Ain't it funny how some things take you back

When life was nothing more than living for the night

Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride

Good old days don't wash away

Man' some things they just don't change

Just like that Georgia clay

All over everything' every last memory'

It's all coming back to me