I hate the way you look
Getting smaller in my rearview
Rolling up the road to music city, lord
To sing my hometown blues
Now that my wheels are turning
Now that we've said goodbye
I'm trading my sweet and lonesome pines
For a rhinestone studded sky
I'm gonna leave my troubles
Rolling in the dust behind
I'm hoping my star's gonna shine, shine
Across the state line
Well, Tennessee keep Georgia
Tennessee keep Georgia
Tennessee keep Georgia
Off my mind
I can drink a coca-cola
I can eat a peach or two
Spinning Ray Charles records til the sun goes down
But I cry when he sings that song of you
Back where the sound is so sweet and clear
Where the folks I love still hold me dear
I gotta catch a southbound train outta here