Rainy night in Georgia I believe it's rainin' all over the world Hoverin' by my suitcase Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night A heavy rain is fallin' Seems I hear your voice callin', "It's alright" Neon signs flashin' Taxi cabs and buses

This is how we roll We hanging round singing out everything on the radio We light it up with our hands up This is how we do Baby, this is how we roll Yeah, this is how we roll We light it up Light it up, light it up This is how we roll baby

I'm back in the USSR Back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my

Two speakers in the trunk Two people in love Just bumpin' the night Two bottles of Bud (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Two crazy hearts Looking in the dark For a place to park it to their life

Just an old sweet song Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind) I said Georgia Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you Keeps Georgia on my mind

Yeah you learn to fly and if you can't then you just free-fall May we all know that nothing ain't cool 'til you wear the new one The sound of a quarter rollin' down a jukebox Play the Travis Tritt right above the 2Pac For you get lost down some road Slow

Rainy night in Georgia I believe it's rainin' all over the world Hoverin' by my suitcase Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night A heavy rain is fallin' Seems I hear your voice callin', "It's alright" Neon signs flashin' Taxi cabs and buses

Evil never dies Beware there's voodoo in the nights The devil's moved from Georgia His mission's still the same The world's become his oyster once again If you don't think you're worthy And you don't meet the cause He knows what's going on behind closed

Good lord almighty Girl, you go down good You ain't even trying 'Cause you wrote the book There ain't nobody (There ain't nobody) A do me like you (Do me like you) The way you move that body (The way you move that body)

Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off