Lyrics

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, son 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 So lay down a back beat Crank up your trusty Gibson, son Let's give it everything we got just one more time One more time Lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Nothin' else ever made me feel so fine, yeah Rising above the madness Homeward bound again To normal 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 One more time Now, lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Makin' music, movin' on down the line One more time Lay down a back beat Crank up your trusty Gibson Let's give it everything we got just one more time One more time Lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Nothin' else ever made me feel this fine Let's give it everything we got just one more time
Writer(s): James B. Cobb Jr., Buddy Buie, Robert Nix Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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