Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
Heavy rain's fallin'
Seems I hear your voice callin' "it's all right"

A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
Lord, I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world

Neon signs a-flashin'
Taxicabs and buses passin' through the night
A distant moanin' of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night

But it's a rainy night in Georgia
Such a rainy night in Georgia
Lord, I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world

How many times I wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it or think of it
It's life and you just got to play the game

Find me a place in a box car
So I take my guitar to pass some time
Late at night when it's hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest and I feel fine, I feel fine

But it's a rainy night in Georgia
Baby, it's a rainy night in Georgia
Lord, I believe it's rainin' all over the world
Kinda lonely now and it's rainin' all over the world

Rainin', rainin' rainin', rainin', rainin' rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin'

I've had enough of this small town bullshit
I'm not stayin' in school
I'm makin' good dough workin' with my brother
Cleanin' out pools
I'm going out to California
And man it won't be long
As soon as I get my license
Color me gone
Oh knock it off Johnny
Man, your livin' in your head
You ain't even got a car
And those chicks don't believe a word ya said
But you're doin' all the talkin'
So I just keep quiet
And this'll probably go no where
But I can't blame ya for tryin'
It's just us kids hangin' round the park at night
Hangin' round 'neath the vapor light
We got no drugs and we got no guns
Not even botherin' anyone
I don't have to wear a necktie
I don't have to punch a clock
I started up a dot com company
And man it rocks
Won't you come with me down to Mexico
In the winter with some friends?
My divorce will be final
Along about then
Meanwhile I got a gram and a real good ride
And don't you know I hurt way down inside?
Just us kids in the parking lot
Out here givin' it all we got
We don't want to get old and die
And there ain't nothing we wouldn't try
Ya know we could really have it all
Our kid's gonna graduate next fall
I could take retirement in 10 years
It's a damn short movie
How'd we ever get here?
Just us kids hangin' out today
Watchin' our long hair turnin' gray
Not so skinny maybe not so free
Not so many as we used to be
Not so skinny maybe not so free
Not so many as we used to be

Mamma come runnin'
Daddy come quick
I think I swallowed something
It's making me sick
I don't know what it is
But it don't sit well with me
Don't you either one
Try to tell me it's supposed to be
What I got cookin'
Teacher come look
I think I'm on to something
That isn't in the book
I don't know what it is
But that doesn't mean it isn't true
When you write it in your paper
Would you let me have some credit too

(chorus)
I'm having a time
Trying to get it
Don't want to let it
Get to me
I'm gonna be fine
You can bet it
Just don't try to show me nothin' I don't want to see
Got my hands in my pockets
My head in the clouds
I haven't done nothin'
For cryin' out loud
I haven't done nothin'
You'd ever want to call a crime
Before I get started
I get noticed in the nick o' time
I brush my teeth with soda and salt
If anything's missing
It isn't my fault
If anything's missing
I wish you'd look the other way
I don't want any trouble
So I guess I'll do just like you say

He'd always whistle Jolie Blonde
On his way out the back door on a Friday night
So many times he just stayed gone
Rarely did he try to treat your mama right
Shut off the tractor with the field half mowed
Set the brake and headed down the road
Came home for Christmas
Never said where he'd been
With No presents for the children
Only stories for the men
[Chorus:]
Still your mama called him daddy
She never told him no
Said she couldn't help but love him
You wondered how it could be so
He'd work two weeks out on a river barge
She worked in the factory never missed a day
He'd spend his week off holding up the bar
Never took him long to drink a deckhand's pay
Wind off the river
Cut the lines on his face
And left him dreaming of some other place
Maybe Memphis town or Baton Rouge
When it's cold in Cape Girardeau
There's nothing much to do
[Chorus]
And if his suitcase wasn't standing in the hall
He might not be coming home at all
And all the sides of him you never knew before
Would be drifting down the river to another back door