Down in Macon Georgia there's a woman waitin' for my six foot frame
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I got her picture in my mind as I head down the turnpike out of main
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I'd better think of something else or I might stick my rifle through the floor
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I'll go through hell and half of Georgia till I hold her in my arms once more
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Now I don't mean no disrespect to the states I travel through all the time
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I just get awful anxious till I put myself back on that Georgia line
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Roadsigns they all look the same until I see those Macon City lights
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I been through hell and half of Georgia but she'll make it worth my life tonight
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I coast down through grapevine a glass of it they call a load of wine
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I know I oughta sleep some but baby's hot and heavy on my mind
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Don't need no help to get me back and I won't lose no time along the way
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That old Jimmy understands that if we're runnin' late there'll be the devil to pay
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Took on the fuel in Nashville and Chattanooga's what the last sign said
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My hardest drivin's over and the half of Georgia's lyin' straight ahead
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I've breezed straight to Atlanta and only have a few more miles to go
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I've gone through hell and half of Georgia now I can count the minutes till I'm home
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Ah look at all them pretty Macon City lights
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And I'm thinkin' about that pretty Macon chicks whose gonna make my night tonight
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And the second thing I'm gonna do is shut off my rig easy big guy
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Through Hell And Half Of Georgia
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| Dave Dudley |
