| Maybe I should take that picture off the dashboard
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| Before her memory hits the brakes and takes the wheel
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| Yeah I bet she’s still crying on that front porch
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| Yeah, this time it’s gonna take some time to heal
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| Cause I’m on my way to Tennessee
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| Singing «Georgia On My Mind»
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| Chasing what they say’s a dream
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| Thinking maybe it ain’t mine
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| Cause that girl’s in every song I sing
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| She’s in every song I write
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| And that six string ridin' in her seat
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| Won’t keep me warm tonight
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| God what am I supposed to do?
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| There’s more than miles in my rearview
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| Well, I’m headed north to what I swore I wanted
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| And trying not to buy into my doubts
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| But I just can’t seem to keep myself from wondering
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| Why I’m jealous of all them headlights headed south
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| Cause I’m on my way to Tennessee
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| Singing «Georgia On My Mind»
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| Chasing what they says a dream
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| Thinking maybe it ain’t mine
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| Cause that girl’s in every song I sing
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| She’s in every song I write
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| And that six string ridin' in her seat
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| Won’t keep me warm tonight
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| God what am I supposed to do?
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| There’s still more than miles in my rearview
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| Yeah, more than miles
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| Yeah, I’ve been changing lanes without my mirrors
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| Cause every time I look behind me I see her
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| I think I just realized how much I need her (damn)
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| So I’m turning back for Georgia
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| Stopping short of Tennessee
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| I can’t put my dreams before her
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| Man, I need her with me
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| Cause that girl’s in every song I sing
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| She’s in every song I write
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| And that six string ridin' in her seat
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| Can sleep in the back tonight
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| Now I know what I’m supposed to do, yeah
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| There’s still more than miles in my rear view
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| More than miles, yeah
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| More than miles |