Georgia Moon

Doing eighty-five going north on eighty-one
Won’t see my baby till the rising of the sun
Tennessee keeps warning' me if I booze it I might lose it
But shine on Georgia moon
Shine on
Yeah well its hard to see the road
Through this rain and all the fog
Well this Appalachian driving has me tired as a dog
But this mason full of moonshine, is gonna keep me mighty strong
So shine on Georgia moon
Shine on
So loosen up the lid and open up the throttle
You wanna see the light?
Ain’t gonna find it in a bottle
Cause when I’m sippin' on a jar
The road ain’t quite so long
So shine on Georgia moon
Shine on