Georgia Rhythm

Livin' out of a suitcase

Sleepin' in hotel rooms

Rental cars and airport bars

And dog day afternoons.

My occupation is a picker

And music is my game.

Sometimes it makes me crazy

But I would not change a thing.

So...lay down a back beat

Crank up your trusty Gibson

Let's give it everything we got just one more time.

Lovin' the life we're livin'

Playin' that Georgia rhythm.

Nothin' else ever made me feel so fine.

Four o'clock in the morning

Waitin' for a plane.

We passed around the bottle, Lord,

And we don't feel no pain.

Life out here on the highway

Has its ups and downs.

But last night the Georgia rhythm

Tore up another town.

Rising above the madness

Homeward bound again.

To crazy ways and lazy days

And old familiar friends.

Some conversation with my lady

Some love long overdue.

God knows I hate to leave her

But I got a job to do.

So lay down a back beat

Crank up your trusty Gibson...son.

Let's give it everything we got just one more time,

Lovin' the life we're livin'

Playin' that Georgia rhythm.

Makin' music, movin' on down the line...

One more time...