Everybody's got that girl, you know, the one that got away Really don't know why, but I was thinking about her today I love the way she said Georgia, with that sweet little southern drawl And how she whispered baby, as the mossy oak shadows would fall If whiskey was a time machine, I would try to drink her back to me There are highways and byways running east, west, north and south And you can sail into the harbor, see the plains touching down But I burned up every bridge just like Sherman did coming down from Atlanta Now I know, there ain't no way back to Savannah, no, no, no Yeah, I had some big city dreams, headed out on my own To the bright lights and the neon signs, left her there all alone This photograph is the only map as her memory disappears And the truth is, you can't get there from here There are highways and byways running east, west, north and south And you can sail into the harbor, see the plains touching down But I burned up every bridge just like Sherman did coming down from Atlanta Now I know, there ain't no way back to Savannah, no, no, no Yeah, if whiskey was a time machine, I would try to drink her back to me There are highways and byways running east, west, north and south And you can sail into the harbor, see the plains touching down But I burned up every bridge just like Sherman did coming down from Atlanta Now I know, there ain't no way back to Savannah, no, no, no Everybody's got their girl, I got mine in black and white I really don't know why, but I'm calling her tonight