| Everybody’s got that girl, you know the one that got away
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| I really don’t know why but I was thinkin' 'bout her today
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| I love the way she said «Georgia»
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| With that seet little Southern drawl
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| And how she whispered «Baby»
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| As the mossy oak’s shadow would fall
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| If whiskey was a time machine
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| I would try to drink her back to me
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| There are highways and byways
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| Running East, West, North and South
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| And you could sail into the harbor
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| See the planes touching down
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| But I’ve burned up every bridge
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| Just like Sherman did
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| Comin' down from Atlanta
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| I know there ain’t no way back to Savannah, no, no
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| Yeah I had sonme big city dreams
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| Headed out on my own
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| To the bright lights and the neon sky
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| Left her there all alone
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| This photograph is the only map
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| As the memory disappears
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| And the truth is, you can’t get there from here
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| There are highways and byways
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| Running East, West, North and South
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| And you could sail into the harbor
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| See the planes touching down
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| But I’ve burned up every bridge
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| Just like Sherman did
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| Comin' down from Atlanta
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| I know there ain’t no way back to Savannah, no, no
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| Yeah if whiskey was a time machine
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| I would try to drink her back to me
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| 'Cause there are highways and byways
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| Running East, West, North and South
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| And you could sail into a harbor
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| See the planes touching down
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| But I’ve burned up every bridge
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| Just like Sherman did
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| Comin' down from Atlanta
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| I know there ain’t no way back to Savannah
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| No, no, no, oh
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| No, no, no, oh
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| Everybody’s got that girl
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| I’ve got mine in black and white
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| I really don’t know why but I’m calling her tonight |