Road To Baxley - Anthony David

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)