Don't close your eyes on 85 You just might miss that southbound Georgia exit sign Yeah, to most folks it's just another town Ain't a damn thing special 'bout
That highway sign with the state-champ years A broke down store, live bait, cold beer That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks That old gravel lot full of four-by-fours A half-burnt neon dive bar door Yeah, this map dot, ain't just a map dot to me Yeah, it's miles of memories
My old six-string, Mike's plywood stage And I sang a song to the green-eyed one that got away In the fast lane past
That highway sign with the state-champ years A broke down store, live bait, cold beer That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks That old gravel lot full of four-by-fours A half-burnt neon dive bar door Yeah, this map dot, ain't just a map dot to me Yeah, it's miles of memories
The love and the lost The gravestones and the cross We still burn bonfires And pour out Bud Lights for all of y'all Yeah
That highway sign with the state-champ years A broke down store, live bait, cold beer That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks That old gravel lot full of four-by-fours A half-burnt neon dive bar door Yeah, this map dot, ain't just a map dot to me Yeah, it's miles of memories, oh, yeah Yeah, it's miles of memories, hell yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
