freeway searching - Gregory Alan Isakov

Lord I’m gone my bags are packed my feet are on the floor

Lord I’m gone my bags are packed my feet are on the floor

Going looking for my Georgia rose

She’s got me freeway searching for her

Oh, 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 you

And I’m putting on miles, putting on miles

Like it’s going out of style

Freeway searching for you

Keep my eyes on the wheel

And away from that roadside casino

Keep my eyes on the wheel

And away from that roadside casino

Oh he’ll never know she’s looking for me

Oh cash machine freeway searching for you

Lord I’m gone my bags are packed my feet are on the floor

Lord I’m gone my bags are packed my feet are on the floor

Going looking for my Georgia rose

She’s got me freeway searching for her