A long ride back from Jacksonville 500 miles from a game that we should've won Man, we oughta burn down that stadium Thought this year was gunna be ours Talking too much junk in those Florida bars And 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 his glory days Like the one when he cried, "Run, Lindsay, Run" I was too young to be there, but I'm sure it was fun I bet that crowd was flying 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 played back my favorite victories Like that last minute win up in Tennessee I bet them hot bails hurt like hell And, I got sweet memories of 2002 Won the SEC and the Sugarbowl too Man, we had a ball down on Bourbon Street Woah, Woah, those were the days Just got my tickets in the mail, and 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 flying high And, there'll probably a happy tear in my eye Rain or shine, I'll be yelling "GO DAWGS" from the twenty yard line And I know why they say "Every dawg has his days" Can't win every game we play, oh but you know We're gunna have our days We'll be singing "Glory, glory to Ol' Georgia" Glory, Glory to Ol' Georgia Glory, Glory to Ol' Georgia Oh, Georgia, hail to thee Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com