Sometimes I’m Georgia bound
And sometimes I’m Florida bound
The roads through Carolina either way
Sometimes I’m whiskey bound
And sometimes I’m hell bound
Wake up in the morning feeling just the same
Sometimes it’s 85
Sometimes it’s 95
I’m living my life out on the interstates
There’s one queen in my dreams
The words to every song
All the girls across the world
Have got nothing on my southern girl
Home just gotta get home
Lord take me back home ya’ll
Home just gotta get home
Lord take me back home ya’ll
Live oaks and southern mansions
Pack your bags and leave
And come back home
Hit the road with me
And come back home
Pack your bags and leave
And come back home
Thrown out the bar again
Slept in my car again
I wake up in the morning and I feel no shame
Fell on my face again
Flat on my ass again
I took you for granite and I’ll never change
Sometimes I’m mad as hell
Sometimes you just can’t tell
I’ll hit the gas and maybe go away
Left home as fast as I can
No time to even pack
Left home for Tennessee
And now she’s never coming back
Home just gotta get home
Lord take me back home ya’ll
Home shit gotta get home
Lord take me back home ya’ll
Live oaks and southern mansions
Pack your bags and leave
And come back home
Hit the road with me
And come back home
Pack your bags and leave
And come back home
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