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, oh, oh
No, I never had trouble leavin' them behind me
Oh, oh, oh
Though 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