I hope you think my favorite song When you think happiness I hope you think "that little black dress" Think of my head on your chest And my old faded blue jeans When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday

Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through An' just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind Georgia, Georgia, a song of you, Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through

If I could write the perfect song We could let the right out of all the wrongs Would you close your eyes, would you let it in? Would you light a candle against the wind? If I could sing the perfect words And change the world from hurt to hurt We're all