I hate the way you look
Getting smaller in my rearview
Rolling up the road to Music City, Lord
To sing my hometown blues
Now that my wheels are turning
Now that we've said goodbye
I'm trading my sweet and lonesome past
For a rhinestone-studded sky

I'm gonna leave my troubles
Rolling in the dust behind
I'm hoping 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 of two
Spinning Ray Charles records till the sun goes down
But I cry when he sings that song of you, and

I'm gonna leave my troubles
Rolling in the dust behind
I'm hoping 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
Rolling in the dust behind
I'm hoping 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