Bury Me in Georgia - Kane Brown & Katelyn Brown

I'll go whichever way the winds blow, It's hard to swim against the tide, The willow bends in a tornado, The oak will shatter as it dies. Save me, and give me the peace to surrender at last. When I'm gone do this thing for me, For this is my final day, you know I would not joke, So bury me in willow, not in oak. Give me no standard, no eulogy, No red, white and blue, no sceptre and no cloak, Just bury me in willow, not in oak. A life of conflict was unending, Collision, damage, disarray. So blind, intolerant, unbending, Just let me die a different way. Free me, and give me the peace to surrender at last. When I'm gone, do this thing for me, For this is my final day, and you know I would not joke, So bury me in willow, not in oak. Give me no standard, no eulogy, No red, white and blue, no sceptre and no cloak, Just bury me in willow, not in oak. When I'm gone do this thing for me, For this is my final day, you know I would not joke, So bury me in willow, not in oak. Give me no standard, no eulogy, No red, white and blue, no sceptre and no cloak, Just bury me in willow, not in oak. Free me, 'n' give me the beautiful silence at last.

Bury me in my hometown Let the world close around my final days Finish out the race Where it started in a haze In the place that I was raised Lay me back down I flew around the country Been outside the USA They were right when they would say No place like home But I kept on testing limits Where I'd bend and where I'd break All the friends that I would make Then leave behind The only place I want to be at closing time Bury me in my hometown Let the world close around my final days Finish out the race Where it started in a haze In the place that I was raised Lay me back down Let me watch my final sunset In the land that I love most Holding all my loved ones close I'll walk on through So bury me in my hometown Let the world close around my final days

There's a comfort in the chaos An exhausting kind of peace There's a ringing in our ears That'll last at least a week And they'll wonder why we're grinning With our bodies sore and shot 'Cause they don't know about our secret And it's worth a fucking lot 'Cause it's easy feeling jaded Feeling older, feeling wasted And it's harder feeling stronger But we're better with each other And it's cheesy but I know that When I fall, you'll help to pick me off the floor And I still have that CD-R of 'Reinventing Axl Rose' That you burnt for me in high school Way too many years ago Now it's scratched and I don't have a CD player anymore But I keep it for the sentiment 'Cause that's what shelves are for And it's easy feeling jaded Feeling older, feeling wasted And it's harder feeling stronger But we're better with each other And it's cheesy but I know that When I fall, you'll help to pick me off the floor So bury me in Gainesville Close to State Road 24 When I've finally worn out everything That I was living for I'll stay close and you'll stay magic As October never ends 'Cause we held onto something bigger Than they'll ever understand And it's easy feeling jaded Feeling older, feeling wasted And it's harder feeling stronger But we're better with each other And it's cheesy but I know that When I fall, you'll help to pick me off the floor

We take a drive just to sing along Every word of them Rolling Stones Stacey's mom had it goin' on Lived three doors down, I can see her now Her daughter had a heart that was wild and free If you Blink-182, then you'd miss me and her Every verse had a story Yeah, them pocket lighter nights lit up our days of glory Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Nothin' like freedom two windows down You singin' along, still hear it now Way too loud and sometimes off key But you sounded like an angel to me You'd make fun of how I threw my head And threw my fingers up in the air Thought I was Kurt Cobain or Jimmy Page You were at side seat, center stage Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town And that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars Back when we were rockstars We never ended up on MTV Or heard our voices on a CD But in your eyes and in my arms We were each other's rockstars Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leeanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Yeah, back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) You and me were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) oh yeah (Running all night, chasing down a dream) Yeah, we were runnin' all night, chasing down a dream Howlin' at the moon, baby, you and me

Its 4:30 Friday I get off at 5. I'm gunna come into your place, You come into mine. Got a bottle of Jack And cheap red wine. Yeah our own little world. Wanna open em up And close all the doors, Spin you around On that kitchen floor, Cuz all week long I've been waiting for, You and me girl. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Sipping something on the cheap end, Cheap end. Skinny dipping in the deep end, deep end, Or Bass fishing with your feet in, Feet in. Up all night then we sleep in, sleep in. When we were never really sleepin, Sleepin. Tangled up in the sheets and sheets and Goose bumps gets to creeping, Creeping. Ya we chillin on the weekend. Just chilling on the weekend. We can watch a whole season of Seinfeld or Friends While I watch that afternoon sun shining in, Right through the blinds and onto your skin. Yeah that's something to see. Three days just ain't enough and time's ticking. So keep that cherry red lipstick sticking on meee. Ya let's just keep... Just chillin on the weekend, weekend. Sipping something on the cheap end, Cheap end. Skinny dipping in the deep end, Deep end, Or Bass fishing with your feet in, Feet in. Up all night then we sleep in, sleep in. But we were never really sleepin, Sleepin. Tangled up in the sheets and sheets and Goose bumps gets to creepin, creepin. Ya we chilling on the weekend. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Nothing to do, nowhere to be, nothing to do, nowhere to be Right here with you and you with me. Me here with you and you with me. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Oh Oh, sipping something on the cheap end. Yeah, skinny dipping in the deep end Or Bass fishing with your feet in. Ohhhh up all night then we sleepin, Sleepin But we were never really sleepin, sleepin. Tangled up in the sheets and sheets and Goose bumps just a creepin, creepin. Yeah we chilling on the weekend. Ohhhh yeaahhh. Yeah we chilling on the weekend. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Chilling on the weekend.

Yeah, we grew up in the backseat Singin', tappin' bare feet Blarin' daddy's radio It was clothes on the clothesline Skeeter's zappin' porch lights Blue collar, red dirt road It was Ford, it was Chevy Longneck Bud heavies It was RC Cola cokes It was blue jeans, Skoal rings Dry-rotted tire swings Yeah, that's all we know Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE It was chickens from the front yard Grillin' in the backyard Collard greens on the stove It was 'baccer, it was corn Praise the Lord I was born In a town nobody knows Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE (Play that thing) (C'mon!) Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE Yeah, raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE Ooh, that's right