Make It Past Georgia

Dallas kinda had a way about him I really thought we had a thing I even talked about a couple acres Once or twice with New Orleans Learned to stay away from Birmingham Yeah, he could never get his shit together I bet he coulda been a real good man But the bottle never makes you better Ooh No, I never had trouble leavin' them behind me Ooh And oh, it never took much to move on I left Texas in the red dirt dust It was easy leavin' Louisiana I hit eighty in a fifty-five Just tryin' to cross that 'Bama line Don't miss a thing about Mississippi Carolina keeps callin' me But I can't seem to make it past Georgia Sittin' here at the same old stop sign Underneath the Savannah sky Hang a right, it'll take you to the coastline Where we'd sit and talk all night Turn left and you'll get to Macon Where he took me to his favorite bar But head straight, it'll damn sure take you Right to where I broke his heart And I left Texas in the red dirt dust It was easy leavin' Louisiana I hit eighty in a fifty-five Just tryin' to cross that 'Bama line Don't miss a thing about Mississippi Carolina keeps callin' me But I can't seem to make it past Georgia Yeah, I could throw it in drive, swear to goodbye Never think twice, no, never look back Instead, I'm sittin' right here, spinnin' my wheels Circlin' what we had I left Texas in the red dirt dust It was easy leavin' Louisiana I hit eighty in a fifty-five Just tryin' to cross that 'Bama line Don't miss a thing about Mississippi Carolina keeps callin' me But I can't seem to make it past Georgia Oh, no, I can't seem to make it past Georgia I wonder if Georgia's still thinkin' 'bout me