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John Mayer, Why georgia
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Artist:
John Mayer
Song:
Why georgia
Album:
Room For Squares
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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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