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 pines 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 or 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 love 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