John Mayer - Why georgia Lyrics
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Album: Room For Squares Fold me up Take me out I'm portable Fold me up Take me out I'm portable Well out here We have anything we want We have anything we want at all Out here, we just bolt it to the floor Tape it to the wall Rolling with a satellite Watching the Cosby Show on Nick at Nite I'm weird but I feel alright I am a soldier now Fold me up, fold me up Take me out, take me out I’m portable Fold me up, fold me up Take me out, take me out I'm portable Out here, we're just singin', playin' whatever we feel And the threat of falling out of bed at night is real When you're traveling on a box with 18 wheels If I can go anywhere at all, if I can go anywhere at all If I can go anywhere at all If I can go anywhere, anywhere And if I can go anywhere at all And if I could go anywhere at all I mean if I really, really, really can go anywhere at all Won’t you tell me why, why, why, Why Georgia why I am driving up 85 in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon Just stuck inside the gloom, yeah Four more exits to my apartment, but I am tempted to keep the car in drive And leave this shit behind 'Cause I wonder sometimes About the outcome Of a still verdictless life Am I living it right? Am I Living it right? Am I living it right? Why, why Georgia why? I rent a room and I fill the spaces with wood in places To make it feel like home But all I feel is alone It might be a quarter life crisis Or just the stirring in my soul, who knows Either way I wonder sometimes About the outcome of a still verdictless life, oh yeah Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why, why Georgia why Ladies and gentlemen, the B-Ham choir… Don't believe me, when I say I’ve got it down Everybody's just a stranger, but that's the danger of going my own way This is the price I’m going to pay Still everything happens for a reason is no reason Not to ask myself if I am living it right Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why, tell me why, why, why, why Why Georgia, why? Yeah! Thank you so very much, say hello to Michael Chaves Playing the keyboard and guitar this evening... Now we’re talkin’, now we’re talkin’
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