Ooh, alright If you're heading south on Georgia one twenty-nine Straight into Athens past the Clark county line There's an old Texaco right across From the Athens Woolworth Billy Joe Taylor's underneath that lift There ain't a car on the planet that he can't 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 Georgia's never seen a man more at peace Than when Billy's got his hands in Athens grease, oh yeah Six days a week, he's a man on a mission He's the Redneck Picasso of the manual transmission And the only man in town who can make Charlie Vincent's van go When the sun goes down And the day is ending Billy's still rocking with a rack and pinion Long as that boy's at work, well he's right at home For he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kitten Or an old nash rambler top out at one-fifty Georgia's never seen a man more at peace Than when Billy's got his hands in Athens grease Well, he's 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 Georgia's never seen a man more at peace Than when Billy's got his hands in Athens grease Yeah, Georgia's never seen a man more at peace Than when Billy's got his hands in Athens grease Yeah oh yeah, Athens grease