Those good ol' boys better not trying "going home again"; they'd be in for quite a shock.
I lived in Doraville when I first moved to Atlanta in '92. There was nothing country about it, well, unless you consider the Yucatan Peninsula "country".
Someone else remembers that song? "Ain't much but it's home."
Doraville used to be a little town known for GM and Treasure Island. It's where you would get your driver's license because they did not make you parallel park. We could hang out in Doraville and not be afraid.
Not any more.
I lived in Doraville for a while (1998-2001).
It was overrun by illegals in the time I lived there.