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Livin' out of a suitcase

Sleepin' in hotel rooms

Rental cars and airport bars

And dog day afternoons

My occupation is a picker

And music is my game

Sometimes it makes me crazy

But I would not change a thing

So lay down a back beat

Crank up your trusty Gibson

Let’s give it everything we got just one more time

Lovin' the life we’re livin'

Playin' that Georgia rhythm

Nothin' else ever made me feel so fine

Four o’clock in the morning

Waitin' for a plane

We passed around the bottle, Lord

And we don’t feel no pain

Life out here on the highway

Has its ups and downs

But last night the Georgia rhythm

Tore up another town

So lay down a back beat

Crank up your trusty Gibson, it’s alright

Let’s give it everything we got just one more time

One more time

Lovin' the life we’re livin'

Playin' that Georgia rhythm

Nothin' else ever made me feel this fine, yeah

Alright

Rising above the madness

Homeward bound again

To normal ways and lazy days

And old familiar friends

Some conversation with my lady

Some love long overdue

God knows I hate to leave her

But I got a job to do So lay down a back beat

Crank up your trusty Gibson, son

Let’s give it everything we got just one more time

Lovin' the life we’re livin'

Playin' that Georgia rhythm

Makin' music, movin' on down the line

One more time

Lay down a back beat

Crank up your trusty Gibson

Let’s give it everything we got just one more time, one more time

Lovin' the life we’re livin'

Playin' that Georgia rhythm

Nothin' else ever made me feel this fine

Give it everything we got just one more time

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