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Highway 101



Down in Georgia

back where it was just you and me

before I became a star

and you wrecked our car,

Baby, I thought we were meant to be.



Whatever happened to us,

was it that night I got on the bus

and you were fighting mad and cussed,

or was it when I sang gold

and you caught me holding on,

to that sweet little devil in disguise?



Baby, I swear

it wasn't the scent of her skin

the taste of her kiss,

I was swimming in darkness

drowning in her desires,

but I was innocent.



You pulled out that 45

and I knew I was about to die

but you didn't pull the trigger

you just looked straight at her,

and screamed!

"There goes my dreams

of a farm and family,

you ruined it all

taking my man to your Devil's Ball"



You dropped the gun and ran to our 55 chevy

your foot heavy,

and then you were gone.



The cops came and rang the bell

while I was still wading in Hell

I saw her smile when they said,

"We just found your car, Sir

and there was a lovely little girl dead

thrown out in the dirt,

on the side of Highway 101"



I was crushed

devastated

and all of a sudden alone,

that little devil had disappeared

and you were gone,

now all I have left is this song.



The devil never went down to Georgia

but she did go to Nashville,

one lonely night in a motel

just up the hill,

from Highway 101.



�Brian Glenn