Southern Gravity Lyrics
| Song | Southern Gravity |
| Artist | Kristian Bush |
| Album | Southern Gravity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Credit card on the counter room 213 | |
| Started popping bottle tops on the balcony | |
| Listening to the waves whispering to me | |
| Welcome back down | |
| Down | |
| Thank God I'm down | |
| Denim blue eyes the pride of some small town | |
| Dirty blonde hair like honey dripping down | |
| The Georgia in her voice is such a sweet sweet sound | |
| Calling me | |
| Me | |
| And it's calling me | |
| Like Southern Gravity | |
| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me | |
| Like the pull of Southern Gravity | |
| You shower off the sun and run into the night | |
| Bare feet on the boulevard ready to take flight | |
| Every neon’s buzzing but the house band ain't tight | |
| Still it feels so right | |
| Right | |
| Not a cloud in sight | |
| Don’t you know rivers run this way for a reason | |
| ‘cause its all downhill once you catch that feeling | |
| Of Southern Gravity | |
| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me | |
| Like the pull of Southern Gravity | |
| Tomorrow we’ll wake up with a memory | |
| So I don't dare move with her lying next to me | |
| ‘cause she's my Southern Gravity | |
| And i’m lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me | |
| Like the pull of Southern Gravity | |
| Southern Gravity | |
| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the weight of the world off of me | |
| Like the pull of southern gravity |
| Credit card on the counter room 213 | |
| Started popping bottle tops on the balcony | |
| Listening to the waves whispering to me | |
| Welcome back down | |
| Down | |
| Thank God I' m down | |
| Denim blue eyes the pride of some small town | |
| Dirty blonde hair like honey dripping down | |
| The Georgia in her voice is such a sweet sweet sound | |
| Calling me | |
| Me | |
| And it' s calling me | |
| Like Southern Gravity | |
| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me | |
| Like the pull of Southern Gravity | |
| You shower off the sun and run into the night | |
| Bare feet on the boulevard ready to take flight | |
| Every neon' s buzzing but the house band ain' t tight | |
| Still it feels so right | |
| Right | |
| Not a cloud in sight | |
| Don' t you know rivers run this way for a reason | |
| ' cause its all downhill once you catch that feeling | |
| Of Southern Gravity | |
| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me | |
| Like the pull of Southern Gravity | |
| Tomorrow we' ll wake up with a memory | |
| So I don' t dare move with her lying next to me | |
| ' cause she' s my Southern Gravity | |
| And i' m lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me | |
| Like the pull of Southern Gravity | |
| Southern Gravity | |
| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the weight of the world off of me | |
| Like the pull of southern gravity |
| Credit card on the counter room 213 | |
| Started popping bottle tops on the balcony | |
| Listening to the waves whispering to me | |
| Welcome back down | |
| Down | |
| Thank God I' m down | |
| Denim blue eyes the pride of some small town | |
| Dirty blonde hair like honey dripping down | |
| The Georgia in her voice is such a sweet sweet sound | |
| Calling me | |
| Me | |
| And it' s calling me | |
| Like Southern Gravity | |
| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me | |
| Like the pull of Southern Gravity | |
| You shower off the sun and run into the night | |
| Bare feet on the boulevard ready to take flight | |
| Every neon' s buzzing but the house band ain' t tight | |
| Still it feels so right | |
| Right | |
| Not a cloud in sight | |
| Don' t you know rivers run this way for a reason | |
| ' cause its all downhill once you catch that feeling | |
| Of Southern Gravity | |
| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me | |
| Like the pull of Southern Gravity | |
| Tomorrow we' ll wake up with a memory | |
| So I don' t dare move with her lying next to me | |
| ' cause she' s my Southern Gravity | |
| And i' m lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me | |
| Like the pull of Southern Gravity | |
| Southern Gravity | |
| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree | |
| Nothing takes the weight of the world off of me | |
| Like the pull of southern gravity |
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