freeway searching
de Gregory Alan Isakov
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
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Gregory Alan Isakov with the Colorado Symphony
