livin out of a suitcase sleepin 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 lovin the life we re livin playin that georgia rhythm nothin else ever made me feel so fine four o clock in the morning waitin 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 lovin the life we re livin playin that georgia rhythm nothin 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 lovin the life we re livin playin that georgia rhythm makin music movin 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 lovin the life we re livin playin that georgia rhythm nothin else ever made me feel this fine give it everything we got just one more time