Freeway Searching Songtext
von 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
But oh, he'll never know she′s looking for me
Woah, woah, 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