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
 Ooh
 No, I never had trouble leavin' them behind me
 Ooh
 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
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 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