Georgia Rhythm

(альбом: A Rock And Roll Alternative - 1976)

Living out of a suitcase
Sleeping 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
Loving the life we're living
Playing that Georgia rhythm
Nothing else ever made me feel so fine

Four o'clock in the morning
Waiting 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
Loving the life we're living
Playing that Georgia rhythm
Nothing 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
Loving the life we're living
Playing that Georgia rhythm
Making music, moving 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
Loving the life we're living
Playing that Georgia rhythm
Nothing else ever made me feel this fine

Give it everything we got just one more time