[Intro] (Steel Guitar, Piano) [Verse 1] I thought I built heaven in the Keystone State Thought Pennsylvania winter’s would cure her fate I drove her down past the Mason-Dixon line I watched her old life tangle up with mine He stood about a head above the tavern door A ghost of a man about six foot four [Pre-Chorus] One look was all it took to see She was already given up on me [Chorus] He’s got that slow-paced, heavy Georgia drawl While I’m just a shadow leanin’ on the wall And look at the way he holds her hand I’m just a stranger in this brand new land Don't need a map to see the road she’ll take Or count those promises she’s about to break Sippin’ rye whiskey on a lonely shelf Now Georgia’s winnin’, can only blame myself [Verse 2] She traded mountain paths for Pennsylvania hills Traded bluegrass records for those southern thrills We’d count the stars from my pickup truck Now I’m out of time and out of luck I took a highway south, when I should’ve headed north Now I’m payin’ for what my heartbreak’s worth [Pre-Chorus] She caught the rhythm of his hometown beat And left me standin’ in the middle of the street [Chorus] He’s got that slow-paced, heavy Georgia drawl While I’m just a shadow leanin’ on the wall And look at the way he holds her hand I’m just a stranger in this brand new land Don't need a map to see the road she’ll take Or count those promises she’s about to break Sippin’ rye whiskey on a lonely shelf Now Georgia’s winnin’, can only blame myself [Bridge] Now the headlights shake, and I don’t hesitate I’m Headin’ back to the keystone state Her mind was set before the engine turned Just another lesson that I have learned Old Georgia clay that looks like blood Now she belongs to that red dirt mud [Final Chorus] He’s got that slow-paced, heavy Georgia drawl While I’m just a shadow leanin’ on the wall And look at the way he holds her hand I’m just a stranger in this brand new land Don't need a map to see the road she’ll take Or count those promises she’s about to break Sippin’ rye whiskey on a lonely shelf Now Georgia’s winnin’, can only blame myself [Outro] Sippin’ rye whiskey all alone I’m drivin’ back to an empty home Thought Pennsylvania could make her stay But she was Georgia bound anyway (Guitar fades out slow...)
