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

Oh

No, I never had trouble leavin' them behind me

Oh

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