[Spoken Intro] Yeah... Down South. Savannah, Georgia. From the river to the beach. You know what time it is. Let's ride. [Verse 1] Rollin' through Savannah with the windows down, Spanish moss hangin' all over the town, Georgia heat, sun beatin' on the street, Big bass knockin', feel it under your feet. From the west side out to the east, Work all week, still gotta eat, Boots got dust, hands stay rough, Down here, boy, you better come tough. River Street lit when the daylight dies, Big ships movin' while the moon gets high, Port stay busy, cranes in the sky, Savannah keep workin', that's the reason why. I-16 when I'm headed back home, Phone keep ringin', but I'm in my zone, Ain't nobody gave us nothin' for free, Built what we got from the dirt underneath. [Hook] Savannah, Savannah, we ride all night, City by the river under Georgia lights, From the port downtown to the Tybee side, Low Country livin', let that bassline ride. Savannah, Savannah, put your hands up high, Spanish moss swing while the cars roll by, From the jobsite hustle to the beach outside, 912, baby, that's that Southern pride. [Verse 2] Morning come early, we're back on the grind, Truck full of tools and a whole lotta drive, Roofers on the shingles, framers on the wood, Painters in the houses makin' everything look good. Concrete, drywall, sawdust fly, Everybody workin' underneath that sky, Ain't about talk, let the work speak loud, Buildin' this city and we damn sure proud. Pooler to Garden City, roll through the streets, Richmond Hill down where the pine trees meet, Wilmington Island when the sun sits low, Then straight toward Tybee where the salt wind blows. Cross that bridge, see the water shine, Tybee Island, yeah, we're feelin' just fine, Sand on my shoes, ocean on my right, Savannah behind me, still glowin' at night. [Hook] Savannah, Savannah, we ride all night, City by the river under Georgia lights, From the port downtown to the Tybee side, Low Country livin', let that bassline ride. Savannah, Savannah, put your hands up high, Spanish moss swing while the cars roll by, From the jobsite hustle to the beach outside, 912, baby, that's that Southern pride. [Break] River Street... Tybee Island... Port of Savannah... 912... Turn that bass up. [Verse 3] This ain't Hollywood, this Georgia clay, People get up and go earn their pay, Humidity heavy, summer ain't kind, But you won't hear us cryin', we stay on the grind. Old brick streets and the church bells ring, Palm trees move when the coastal winds swing, History deep underneath these roads, Everybody down here got a story they hold. Saturday night, let the whole crew ride, Downtown Savannah with the bass outside, Sunday afternoon, take it out to the coast, Cold drink, good people, that's what we toast. I done seen hard times, I done seen good, Still got love for the neighborhood, Wherever I go, wherever I roam, Savannah, Georgia always feel like home. [Final Hook] SAVANNAH! We ride all night, City by the river under Georgia lights, From the port downtown to the Tybee side, Low Country livin', let that bassline ride. SAVANNAH! Put your hands up high, Spanish moss swing while the cars roll by, From the jobsite hustle to the beach outside, 912, baby, that's that Southern pride. [Outro] Yeah... Savannah, Georgia. Tybee Island. River Street. Port of Savannah. 912. From the jobsite... to the coastline. Jale y Ritmo. We work. We ride. We live.
