Long Way From Georgia

Whoa, sittin' at a truck stop

With my cowboy boots and my guitar

Now I'm livin' on a tip box

And it was made for cigars

Long way from Georgia

Long way from Georgia

Oh, I'm out on the highway

Well, I have no regrets

Cause I'm a-livin' my way

On coffee and cigarettes

Long way from Georgia

Long way from Georgia

Oh, and this highway is my home

Oh, through the night I ride on

And I just keep on rollin' on

Cause I'm a long way from home

Long way from Georgia

Long way from Georgia

Whoa, sittin' at a truck stop

And a waitress tells me

Now, boy you got a good smile

It might take you a long way

Said, boy you better make it count

Cause, you're a long way from Georgia

A long way from Georgia