| I spent a lot of time underneath the lights down in San Antone
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| Yeah, I make good memories just about everywhere I go
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| Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
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| Sometimes you gotta put it all behind ya
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| But there’s one thing that just can’t get off my mind
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| When I talk about Georgia
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| It’s the color in your eyes
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| Or the summertime shining on ya
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| I remember every mile
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| Yeah, you drove me wild, baby
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| And the way it felt like nothing else
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| It’s true, girl, I think about you
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| When I talk about Georgia
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, my buddies still talk about that Daytona trip
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| Many years fly by, damn, it’s hard to remember it
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| Fast-lane through Oklahoma
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| Tequila nights in California
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| But there’s just one goodbye that gets me every time
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| When I talk about Georgia
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| It’s the color in your eyes
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| Or the summertime shining on ya
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| I remember every mile
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| Yeah, you drove me wild, baby
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| And the way it felt like nothing else
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| It’s true, girl, I think about you
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| When I talk about Georgia
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, you’re right here
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| You come back
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| Oh, baby, just like that
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| When I talk about Georgia
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| It’s the color in your eyes
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| Or the summertime shining on ya
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| I remember every mile
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| Yeah, you drove me wild, baby
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| And the way it felt like nothing else
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| It’s true, girl, I think about you
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| When I talk about Georgia
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| Yeah
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| Oh, when I talk about Georgia
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| Yeah, yeah |