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ترانه و شعر با صدای Corey Smith
A long ride back from Jacksonville 500 miles from a game we should've won Man, we oughta' burn down that stadium Thought this year was gonna' be ours Talkin' too much junk in those Florida bars Now I'm stunned Man, I wish it was 1981
AND I KNOW WHY THEY SAY EVERY DAWG HAS HIS DAYS CAN'T WIN EVERY GAME WE PLAY BUT EVERY DAWG HAS HIS DAYS
Longing for those glory days Like the one when he cried, "Run, Lindsey, Run!" I was too young to be there, but I'm sure it was fun Bet that crowd was flyin' high And I bet Glory to Ol' Georgia was cried as the band played Man, I wish I could feel that way today
AND I KNOW WHY THEY SAY EVERY DAWG HAS HIS DAYS CAN'T WIN EVERY GAME WE PLAY BUT EVERY DAWG HAS HIS DAYS
And I play back my favorite victories Like that last minute win up in Tennessee I bet them hobnails hurt like hell And I got sweet memories of 2002 Won the SEC and the Sugar Bowl, too Man, we had a ball on Bourbon Street Those were the days
Just got my tickets in the mail September's coming fast and I can hardly wait They say these guys, they might take us all the way And if they do I'll be flyin' high and there'll prob'ly be a happy tear in my eye But rain or shine, I'll be yellin' "Go Dawgs!" from the 20-yard line
AND I KNOW WHY THEY SAY EVERY DAWG HAS HIS DAYS CAN'T WIN EVERY GAME WE PLAY BUT EVERY DAWG HAS HIS DAYS
And we'll be singin', "Glory, glory to ol' Georgia, Glory, glory to ol' Georgia, Glory, glory to ol' Georgia, Oh, Georgia, hail to thee."
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