By Michael Baginski/ Like Rush and AC/DC (amongst a few other others), you’ve got to love a band like Blackberry Smoke that has the hops to have its own beer (Blackberry Smoke American Lager, sold on its website); better still, you’ve got to love a band that recalls vintage Lynyrd Skynyrd and Black Crowes, yet with enough of its own style to be fresh and original within a swampy southern rock context.
Hailing from Atlanta, the band has produced eight studio albums in a 25-year career that has curiously seen No. 1 success for three of the efforts in both the UK, as well as more understandably in the US, and at the same time spanning the rock, country and Americana/folk charts.
A touring staple, and veterans of the late-night talk show circuit, the band has developed a well-earned international following, though seemingly still flies under the radar in Canada – something that should undoubtedly be rectified.
Lyrics
She looks good when she wakes up in the morning
Even better than she did last night
And when she smiles at me and kisses my cheek
I’m thinking “Lord, I must be livin’ right”
I ain’t about to say I ain’t lucky
But some might say I’m a fool, yeah
The chances are, I’m doing fine so far
Cause’ her mama even said I’m cool
She gets me high as a Georgia pine
Wild as a muscadine vine
Hotter than the deep south summer time
Yeah everybody knows she’s mine
That’s right
Well there might be a couple kinda like her
Rest assured brother this one’s mine
I’ll be right there in her back pocket
She got my name tattooed where the sun don’t shine
I saw you looking when she walked in with me
I don’t blame you, she’s a helluva girl
I know how you feel it ain’t no big deal
I’m the luckiest man in the world
She gets me high as a Georgia pine
Wild as a muscadine vine
Hotter than the deep south summer time
Yes, everybody knows she’s mine
That’s right
Hit it!
Yeah oh-ohho
Hey!
Right now
She gets me high as a Georgia pine
Wild as a muscadine vine
Hotter than the deep south summer time
Yeah everybody knows she’s mine
She gets me high as a Georgia pine
Wild as a muscadine vine
Hotter than the deep south summer time
Yeah everybody
You know everybody
Seems like everybody
Everybody knows she’s mine
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