Athens Grease

If you're headin' south onGeorgia one twenty-nineStraight into Athens past the Clark County lineThere's an old Texaco right acrossFrom the Athens WoolworthBilly Joe Taylor's underneath that liftThere ain't a car on the planet that he can't fixHe swears on his chrome-plated ratchetThat his heaven on earthWell, he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kittenOr an old Nash Rambler top out at one-fiftyGeorgia's never seen a man more at peaceThan when Billy's got his hands inAthen's GreaseSix days a week, he's a man on a missionHe's the redneck Picasso ofThe manual transmissionAnd the only man in town who can makeCharlie Vincent's van goWhen the sun goes downAnd the day is endinBilly's still rockin' with a rack and pinionLong as that boy's at work, well he's right at homeWell, he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kittenOr an old Nash Rambler top out at one-fiftyGeorgia's never seen a man more at peaceThan when Billy's got his hands inAthen's GreaseWell, he's a rotatin,' lug nuttin,Spark pluggin' good ole boyWith his name on his shirtAnd Thelma Lou Taylor likes to hang out at the station'Cause she loves to watch him workWell, he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kittenOr an old Nash Rambler top out at one-fiftyGeorgia's never seen a man more at peaceThan when Billy's got his hands inAthen's GreaseYeah, Georgia's never seen a man more at peaceThan when Billy's got his hands inAthen's greaseAthen's grease, baby