Mmmmmm mmmmmm
Ohhhh ooohhh yea
Sitting here thinking
Damn Im getting a little older
Trying to find some piece of mind
Take the weight of the world off my shoulders
mmmm got me driving down the highway
Trying to make it through each and every day
Fade to black n all poverty
Take a truck and move my people down south with me


Take my ball and chain and for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skys
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain


Sitting here looking in the mirror
Damn it's getting a little clearer
If I could paint a perfect picture
Would u dare take it wit ya, take it wit ya, take it wit ya
Picture us whistleing while fishing
Picture us dancing while romancing
To a tune that belongs to me and u
My ball and chain we will all be free yea



We can be dancing, steady romancing
Whisteling, while we steady fishing
Yea, yeah, oooh, oooooooh
Oooooooh, yeah