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. [Chorus:] 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 pa**ed 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. [Chorus] Rising above the madness Homeward bound again. To crazy 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... [Chorus]