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