A long ride back from Jacksonville miles from a game we should have won

Man, we oughta burn down that stadium

Thought this year was gonna be ours.

Talking too much junk in those Florida bars.

Now I'm stunned.

Man, I wish it was And I know why they say

Every dog has his days.

Can't win every game we play.

But every dog has his day.

Longing for those glory days like the one when he cried, run, Lindsay, run.

I was too young to be there, but I'm sure it was fun.

I bet that crowd was flying high, and I bet glory to old Georgia was cried as the band played.

Man, I wish I could feel that way today And I know why they say

Every dog has his days Can't win every game we play

But every dog has his days

And I played back my favorite victories Like that last minute win up in Tennessee

I bet them hot nails hurt like hell.

And I got sweet memories of won the SEC and the Sugar Bowl too.

Man, we had a ball down on Bourbon Street.

Whoa, those were the days

Just got my tickets in the mail September's coming fast and I can hardly wait

They say these guys, they might take us all away.

And if they do, I'll be flying high.

And there'll probably be a happy tear in my eye.

But rain or shine.

I'll be yelling, go Dawgs, from the 20-yard line And I know why they say

That every dog has his days Can't win every game we play

Oh, but you know we're going ahead of our days.

And we'll be singing.

Glory, glory to old Georgia

Glory, glory to old Georgia.

Glory, glory to old Georgia.

Oh Georgia, hail to thee.