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Whoa, sittin' at a truck stop |
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With my cowboy boots and my guitar |
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Now I'm livin' on a tip box |
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And it was made for cigars |
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Long way from Georgia |
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Long way from Georgia |
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Oh, I'm out on the highway |
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Well, I have no regrets |
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'Cause I'm a-livin' my way |
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On coffee and cigarettes |
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Long way from Georgia |
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Long way from Georgia |
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Oh, and this highway is my home |
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Oh, through the night I ride on |
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And I just keep on rollin' on |
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'Cuz I'm a long way from home |
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Long way from Georgia |
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Long way from Georgia |
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Whoa, sittin' at a truck stop |
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And a waitress tells me |
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Now, boy you got a good smile |
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It might take you a long way |
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Said, boy you better make it count |
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Cause, you're a long way from Georgia |
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A long way from Georgia |
