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