Paroles de 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
'cuz 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