The only needle that I'm moving is the one that's on the dash and sometimes I'm a dieselRunning on empty on a long stretch of black East, West, left, up, down, rightDon't change where I point my headlightsTo the Chattahoochee River running underneath a pineSweet perfume off a honeysuckle vineCorner Georgia Dive, y'all come back on the doorMy stuck-in time, my true northSpring, stain, sweet tea and a red letter pageY'all call my name when I lose my wayWhen I need to see the light on my mama's front porchI head down south to my true northMy heart's got a compassThat must be a little busted cause it'sStuck on a map dotWrap around, set asideKnows where I'm going and where I've beenBut I got no objectionThat it only points in one directionTo the Chattahoochee River running underneath a pineSweet perfume off a honeysuckle vineCorner Georgia Dive, y'all come back on the doorMy stuck-in time, my true northSpring, stain, sweet tea and a red letter pageY'all call my name when I lose my wayWhen I need to see the light on my mama's front porchI head down south to my true northEast, west, left, up, down, rightGood, bad, or just alrightI'll always point my headlinesTo the Chattahoochee River running underneath a pineSweet perfume off a honeysuckle vineCorner Georgia Dive, go Dawgs on the doorMy stuck-in time, my true northSpring, stain, sweet tea and a red letter pageY'all call my name when I lose my wayWhen I need to see the light on my mama's front porchI head down south to my true northOh, to my true north