Headin' into the hills again,
Thursday, North Georgia bound
‘Bout 43 miles to my destination,
Little gold rush college town
Blue Ridge Mountains on the horizon. Here I come
Smoke like a freight train, passin' time racin' the sun
When I cross that city limit sign, I'm feelin' fine
Oh Dahlonega
Seems everybody knows my name,
Man it really blows my mind
‘Cause I've never been one of those popular guys
Always the quiet kind
Never a local football star celebrity
None of the cool girls ever seemed to notice me
Oh but now I hear ‘em sing along and feel at home
In Dahlonega
Think I've struck gold
I've struck gold right here
Bury my heart and call it home
Midnight it's closin' time
Last call for alcohol
Watch everybody stumble away
Hear highway 60 call
It's back to the real world, 9 to 5 payin' the bills
Back to the routines, fillin' my flask and poppin' pills
When I cross that Lumpkin County line I'll be cryin'
I'll be cryin'
Dahlonega
Dahlonega

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