Front doors closed and nobody's home I got trouble on my mind Somebody's been cheating I'd rather be blind Don't bother looking Naw you shouldn't, I'll be alright But in case here's some places you could try I might be fishing with a pole made out of cane I might be there at the hometown football game I might be by a fire with a bottle and a six string But if you know me best you know I'm probably Down a dirt road in Georgia ♪ As the leaves change colors There still is another And my eyes are calling for rain How am I doing? Well I'd say the same old same You say you miss me, would like to see me Where have I been You can keep on looking When you get finished with him I might be fishing with a Coleman and a cane Or I might be there at the hometown football game I might be camping, just me and the fellas But if you know me best you know I'm probably If you know me best you know I'm probably Down a dirt road in Georgia ♪ If you know me best you know I'm probably Down a dirt road in Georgia In Georgia, no, no Take me Take me home To Georgia