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If I'm not over you, by the time I get to Georgia, |
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Then I guess I'll be Alabama bound, |
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There was a time when I'd do anything for ya, |
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But this time baby, I won't turn around. |
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I always wanted to get married, and I thought you were the one, |
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But you never, ever asked me and I was tired of hangin' on, |
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You know a girl can only be let down, so many times before she runs, |
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And now this little bitty town's only got room for one of us, yeah. |
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You always said I'd never leave, and if I did I wouldn't go far, |
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So I know how I must look with my tank o' gas and beat up heart, |
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Well, baby I'm gone for good, you can count on that, |
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I'm gonna keep headin' west 'til I'm too far gone to come back, yeah. |
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CHORUS: |
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And if I'm not over you, by the time I get to Georgia, |
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Then I'll be Alabama bound, |
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There was a time when I'd do anything for ya, |
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But this time baby, oh, I won't turn around. |
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I only got ten miles to go, before I cross the state line, |
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I can feel my hands shaking, 'cause they usually turn the wheel around about this time, |
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I heard that same ol' voice inside, I had to drown it out, |
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So I found me a radio station playing something fast and I turned it up real loud. |
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REPEAT CHORUS |
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There was a time when I'd do anything for ya, |
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But this time baby, oh, I won't turn around, yeah, |
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No I won't turn around, |
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If I'm not over you by the time I get to Georgia, then I'll head to Alabama, |
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Roll on to Mississippi, or maybe Louisiana, |
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I'll drive all the way to California, |
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Oh, I won't turn around, |
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No, I won't turn around, |
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No, I won't turn around, |
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No, I won't turn around. |
