Bob Nierstedt

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GEORGIA LINE

BEEN TOO LONG ON THIS HIGHWAY, TOO MANY NIGHTS SLEEPIN' ALL ALONE.
STAYIN UP FOR FORTY HOURS AND THIS OLD BODY'S TIRED TO THE BONE.
I LONG TO HEAR HER VOICE BUT I STILL CANNOT REACH HER ON THE PHONE.
BUT I'M EATIN' UP THESE MILES AND I KNOW BY TOMORROW I'LL BE HOME.

TOUGH WAY TO MAKE A LIVIN', I KNOW THERE'S GOTTA BE A BETTER WAY.
I ALWAYS LOVED THE HIGHWAY, BUT NOW IT SEEMS, I LOVE IT LESS EACH DAY.
THESE MILES REALLY DRAG ME DOWN, AND I SURE AINT' GETTING' RICH OFF THE PAY.
AND I MISS HER, AND I MISS HOME , AND I LONG TO SET MY FEET ON GEORGIA CLAY.

CHORUS: LOTS OF FOG ON THE HIGHWAY AND MY EYES STRAIN TO FOLLOW THAT WHITE LINE.
GOTTA HOLD THIS OLD DIESEL BACK, AND THERE AINT NO WAY I'M MAKIN' ANY TIME.
BUT I'VE GOT TO KEEP ON PUSHIN', I AINT TOO FAR FROM THAT GEORGIA LINE.
AND I KNOW BY TOMORROW, I'LL BE HOLDIN HER WARM BODY NEXT TO MINE.

GONNA TRADE THIS OLD DIESEL IN FOR A CABIN NESTLED IN THOSE SOUTHERN PINES.
AND THE ONLY SCALES I'LL THINK ABOUT, BE ON THAT FISH AT THE END OF MY LINE.
WE'LL LAY OUT IN THAT GEORGIA SUN AND WON'T IT BE FINE.
AND EV'RY NITE `TILL MORNIN'S LIGHT, I'LL HOLD HER WARM BODY NEXT TO MINE.

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COPYRIGHT c SEPT. 2004
BOB NIERSTEDT