Freeway Searching

Lord, I'm goin’

My bags are packed, my feet are on the floor

Lord, I'm goin'

My bags are packed, my feet are on the floor

I’m going looking for my Georgia road

She's got me freeway searchin' for her

Ah, the road is hard

I don't know what I'm doing this for

Oh, the road is hard

I don't know what I'm doing this for

One minute I was sitting in the sun

Next thing I was flying out the door

Freeway searching for ya

And I'm putting on miles, putting on miles

Like it’s going out of style

Freeway searchin’ for, ya

Keep my eyes on the wheel

And away from that roadside casino

Keep my eyes on the wheel

And away from that roadside casino

But ah, he'll never know that she’s looking for me

Whoa, whoa, cash machine, freeway searchin' for ya

Lord, I'm goin'

My bags are packed, my feet are on the floor

Lord, I’m goin'

My bags are packed, my feet are on the floor

She's got me freeway searchin' for her