Athens Grease

Ooh, alright
If youre heading south on
Georgia one twenty-nine
Straight into
Athens past the
Clark county line
Theres an old
Texaco right across
From the Athens
WoolworthBilly
Joe Taylors underneath that lift
There aint a car on the planet that he cant fix
He swears on his chrome-plated ratchet
That his heaven on earth
For he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kitten
Or an old nash rambler top out at one-fifty
Georgias never seen a man more at peace
Than when
Billys got his hands in
Athens grease, oh yeah
Six days a week, hes a man on a mission
Hes the Redneck
Picasso of the manual transmission
And the only man in town who can make
Charlie Vincents van go
When the sun goes down
And the day is ending
Billys still rocking with a rack and pinion
Long as that boys at work, well hes right at home
For he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kitten
Or an old nash rambler top out at one-fifty
Georgias never seen a man more at peace
Than when
Billys got his hands in
Athens grease
Well, hes a rotating, lug nutting spark plugging good old boy
With his name on his shirt
And Thelma
Lou Taylor likes to hang out at the station
Cause she loves to watch him work, yeah
For he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kitten
Or an old nash rambler top out at one-fifty
Georgias never seen a man more at peace
Than when
Billys got his hands in
Athens grease
Yeah, Georgias never seen a man more at peace
Than when
Billys got his hands in
Athens grease
Yeah oh yeah,
Athens grease