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 
GeorgiaLong way from 
GeorgiaOh, 
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 
GeorgiaLong way from 
GeorgiaOh, and this highway is my home
Oh, through the night 
I ride onAnd 
I just keep on rollin' on'
Cuz I'm a long way from home
Long way from 
GeorgiaLong way from 
GeorgiaWhoa, 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 
GeorgiaA long way from 
Georgia