When I got to Georgia there was nothing but an empty house

And I wondered what the hell we were doing, driving 500 miles in opposite directions

So I got some liquor, and I drank till I was somewhere else

But I’m not closer, I’m farther away and I’m still by myself

Did you put me under some wicked spell?

If you didn’t then I think I may have

Fell in love with you, honey

I am tired of decisions in this world

Let me drift, let me soak, let me dry

Where the fields are sunny

You are just a rattle in my attic from an old rocking chair

You are just perfume, on the sweater that I let you wear

Did you put me under some wicked spell?

If you didn’t then I think I may have

Fell in love with you, honey

I am tired of decisions in this world

Let me drift, let me soak, let me dry

Where the fields are sunny

Did you put me under some wicked spell?

If you didn’t then I think I may have

Fell in love with you, honey

I am tired of decisions in this world

Let me drift, let me soak, let me dry

Where the fields are sunny