Don´t close your eyes on 85
You just might miss that southbound Georgia exit sign
Yeah, to most folks it´s just another town
Ain´t a damn thing special ´bout

That highway sign with the state-champ years
A broke down store, live bait, cold beer
That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks
That old gravel lot full of four-by-fours
A half-burnt neon dive bar door
Yeah, this map dot, ain´t just a map dot to me
Yeah, it´s miles of memories

My old six-string, Mike´s plywood stage
And I sang a song to the green-eyed one that got away
In the fast lane past

That highway sign with the state-champ years
A broke down store, live bait, cold beer
That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks

That old gravel lot full of four-by-fours
A half-burnt neon dive bar door
Yeah, this map dot, ain´t just a map dot to me
Yeah, it´s miles of memories

The love and the lost
The gravestones and the cross
We still burn bonfires
And pour out Bud Lights for all of y´all
Yeah

That highway sign with the state-champ years
A broke down store, live bait, cold beer
That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks
That old gravel lot full of four-by-fours
A half-burnt neon dive bar door
Yeah, this map dot, ain´t just a map dot to me

Yeah, it´s miles of memories, oh, yeah
Yeah, it´s miles of memories, hell yeah