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

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Writer(s): Brantley Keith Gilbert, Josh Michael Phillips, Robert Brock Berryhill