Hot Georgia Nights

Clock in before the sunrise bleeds through the blinds. Blood on my shoes,

hard loss on my mind. Boss man barkin' through a busted PA.

Same old story, just a different day. My old shoes walkin' that hospital

floor. Paycheck gone before it hits that door. But I keep

on grindin', keep holdin' the line. With a little bit of prayer

and some overtime. Sometimes I swear this town is gonna break me in two.

Then that sundown sky reminds me what a man's gotta do. From those long

hard days to those hot Georgia nights. You in that Braves jersey under