I'm driving through the lowlands,
My baby's got a whole man,
I'm driving through the lowlands,
of Georgia, Georgia.
I'm eating boiled peanuts,
I'll be leaving for three months,
I'm headed for the Keys but,
My home is in the north.
I'm driving through the lowlands,
My baby's got a whole man,
I'm driving through the lowlands,
Of Georgia, Georgia.
Out there in the distance,
A rain cloud grows,
It stays for a minute,
And then it goes,
And the voices of the a.m.,
They're getting bold,
The mayhem is a taking hold.
But those wild ties that I broke,
Are gone behind the live oak,
And I know I've got no mind to go,
Get all tangled up again.
'Cause I'm driving throught the lowlands,
My baby's got a whole new man,
I'm driving through the lowlands,
Of Georgia, Georgia.