Ain't No Georgia

Somethin' about a Milledgeville sunset

Got the kinda red I ain't seen anywhere else

Ain't ever been a pine tree skyline

Outside the blinds of these highway hotels

Lord knows I'm a lucky man

I get to go places I've only seen in magazines

With a Peach State tag on a Chevy van

Roll a forty-eight, just livin' the dream

I could talk about a Rocky Mountain high

I could tell you 'bout the angels in Anaheim

I've sang under Troubadour lights

I've seen the "See Rock City" sign

PCB, PCH, NYC, got a taste

Of the Louisville barrel bourbon they'll pour ya

Up and down the Mississippi, coast to coast

No matter where I go, it ain't no Georgia

There's a calm in the peace I felt

Seein' those fields of gold growin' on 75

Yeah, if Heaven was a place on Earth

It'd be the grass and dirt on a Sanford Saturday night

From the back of a bar with an old guitar

To a star on the TV show

Now these roads take me everywhere

Nah, but home just ain't out there

I could talk about a Rocky Mountain high

I could tell you 'bout the angels in Anaheim

I've sang under Troubadour lights

I've seen the "See Rock City" sign

PCB, PCH, NYC, got a taste

Of the Louisville barrel bourbon they'll pour ya

Up and down the Mississippi, coast to coast

No matter where I go, it ain't no Georgia

No, it ain't no Georgia

I could talk about a Rocky Mountain high

I could tell you 'bout the angels in Anaheim

I've sang under Troubadour lights

And I've seen the "See Rock City" sign

PCB, PCH, NYC, got a taste

Of the Louisville barrel bourbon they'll pour ya

Up and down the Mississippi, coast to coast

No matter where I go

Yeah, and up and down the Mississippi, coast to coast

No matter where I go, it ain't no Georgia

No, it ain't no Georgia