| Doraville, touch of country in the city |
| Doraville, it ain’t much, but it’s home |
| Friends of mine say I oughta move to New York |
| New York’s fine, but it ain’t Doraville |
| Every night, I make a living making music |
| And that’s all right to folks in Doraville |
| Yeah, hey hey |
| Ooh, hot time in Dixie, hey |
| It’s funky but i’ts pretty |
| Sweet Georgia |
| Yeah, hey hey |
| Ooh, hot time in Dixie, hey |
| Come on down and visit, you’ll dig it |
| Red clay hills, rednecks drinking wine on Sunday |
| Behind their field getting down in Doraville |
| Doraville, touch of country in the city |
| Doraville, it ain’t much, but it’s home |
| It’s all right |
| It’s all right |
| Doraville |
| Doraville, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right |
| Doraville |
| Doraville |