I hate the way you look
Gettin' smaller in my rearview
Rollin' up the road to Music City, Lord
To sing my hometown blues
Now that my wheels are turnin'
Now that we've said goodbye
I'm tradin' my sweet and lonesome past
For a rhinestone-studded sky
I'm gonna leave my troubles
Rollin' in the dust behind
I'm hopin' my star's gonna shine, shine
Across the state line
Well, Tennessee, keep Georgia
Tennessee, keep Georgia
Tennessee, keep Georgia off of my mind
I can drink a Coca-Cola
I can eat a peach or two
Spinnin' Ray Charles records 'til the sun goes down
But I cry when he sings that song of you, and
I'm gonna leave my troubles
Rollin' in the dust behind
I'm hopin' my star's gonna shine, shine
Across the state line
Well, Tennessee, keep Georgia
Tennessee, keep Georgia
Tennessee, keep Georgia off of my mind
Well, I said
Back where the sound is so sweet and clear
Where the folks I know still hold me dear
I gotta catch a south-bound train outta here
I'm gonna leave my troubles
Rollin' in the dust behind
I'm hopin' my star's gonna shine, shine
Across the state line
Well, Tennessee, keep Georgia
Tennessee, keep Georgia
Tennessee, keep Georgia off of my mind
Ooh
Ooh, yeah
Off of my mind
Off of my mind