Georgia Rhythm Lyrics
| Song | Georgia Rhythm |
| Artist | Atlanta Rhythm Section |
| Album | The Best Of Atlanta Rhythm Section |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buie, Cobb, Nix | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Buie, Cobb, Nix | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Buie, Cobb, Nix | |
| 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 |
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