Living out of a suitcase
Sleeping in hotel rooms
Rent a 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 the backbeat
Crank up your trust and get some
Just give it everything you got
Just one more time
Loving the life we're living
Playing that Georgia rhythm
Nothing else ever made
Me feel so fine
Four o'clock in the morning
Waiting for a plane
We passed around a bottle, Lord
We don't feel no pain
Life out here on the highway
Has it's ups and downs
But last night the Georgia rhythm
Tore up another town
So lay down the backbeat
Crank up your trust
And get some, son
Just give it everything you got
Just one more time
One more time
We're all loving the life we're living
Playing that Georgia rhythm
Nothing else ever made
Me feel this fine
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 the backbeat
Crank up your trust and get some
Let's give it everything we got
Just one more time
We are loving the life we're living
Playing that Georgia rhythm
Making music
Moving on down the line
One more time
So lay down the backbeat
Crank up your trust
And get some, son
Let's give it everything you got
Just one more time
One more time
Loving the life we're living
Playing that Georgia rhythm
Nothing else ever made
Me feel this fine
Give it everything we got
Just one more time
Writer(s): James B. Cobb Jr., Buddy Buie, Robert Nix
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