Long Way From Georgia

Well, sittin' in a truck stop
And a waitress tells me
That I've been livin' off a tip box
That was made for cigars
A long ways from Georgia
A long way from Georgia

Well, I'm out on the highway
And I'll have no regrets
'Cause I've been livin' my way
On coffee and cigarettes
A long ways from Georgia
A long way from Georgia

Oh, and this highway is my home
And on through the night I ride on
I just keep on hangin' on, baby
'Cause I'm a long ways from home
A long ways from Georgia

Well, sittin' in a truck stop
And a waitress tells me
She said, "Boy, you have a good smile
It might take you a long ways"
She said, "Boy, you better make it count
'Cause you're a long ways from Georgia"
A long ways from Georgia

Mr. Cody Hawkins on the guitar