Corey Smith

Dahlonega

Corey Smith


Dahlonega

Headed into the hills again 
Thursday, north Georgia bound 
About fourty three miles to my destination 
A little goldrush college town 
In the Blue Ridge Mountains, on the horizon 
Here I come 
Smokin' like a freight train 
Passin' time racin' the sun 
When I pass that city limit sign 
I'm feelin' fine, oh Dahlonega 

Seems everybody knows my name 
Man, it really blows my mind 
Cause I've never been one of those popular guys 
Was always the quiet kind 
And never a local football star celebrity 
None of the cool girls ever seem to notice me 
Oh, but now I hear 'em sing along 
I feel at home in Dahlonega 

Dahlonega 
I feel like I've struck gold, I've struck gold around here 
Bury my heart and call it home 

Midnight is closin' time 
Last call for alcohol 
And I watch everybody stumble away 
I hear Highway 60 call 
It's back to the real world 
Nine to five, payin' the bills 
Back to the routines 
Fillin' my flask and poppin' pills 
When I cross that Lumpkin county line 
I'll be cryin', I'll be cryin', I'll be cryin' 
Dahlonega, Dahlonega