Atlanta (Live)
I'm playing Columns with a stuttered line
Just trying to keep from losing my mind
A day and some change, it sure can take a toll
The coffee can only be brewed so strong
And now I've gotta keep a-moving on
'Cause Atlanta, Georgia's a mighty long way to go
I got eighteen wheels and a full one-fifty
Pulling my carcass through Mississippi
At 5 A.M., there ain't much here to see
I'm weighted down but I ain't too slow
I got a clean shot down that old big road
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Passing another state line sign
I went by the stop and I counted my miles
It feels like I just got my second wind
A few more hours won't be that long and
It's worth what I'll be hauling home
'Cause a day and some change makes a dollar at the end
I'm doubling back from Texarkana
Cruising through sweet home Alabama
Cradled between the mountains
And o'er the streams
I got four more hours to Industrial Road
And one more drive 'til I get back home
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Yeah, I got eighteen wheels and I'm almost empty
If you blink then you just might miss me
Pulling off into the busy street
I got four more miles to Industrial Road
And I can't wait 'til I get back home
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Woah, I'm racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Just trying to keep from losing my mind
A day and some change, it sure can take a toll
The coffee can only be brewed so strong
And now I've gotta keep a-moving on
'Cause Atlanta, Georgia's a mighty long way to go
I got eighteen wheels and a full one-fifty
Pulling my carcass through Mississippi
At 5 A.M., there ain't much here to see
I'm weighted down but I ain't too slow
I got a clean shot down that old big road
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Passing another state line sign
I went by the stop and I counted my miles
It feels like I just got my second wind
A few more hours won't be that long and
It's worth what I'll be hauling home
'Cause a day and some change makes a dollar at the end
I'm doubling back from Texarkana
Cruising through sweet home Alabama
Cradled between the mountains
And o'er the streams
I got four more hours to Industrial Road
And one more drive 'til I get back home
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Yeah, I got eighteen wheels and I'm almost empty
If you blink then you just might miss me
Pulling off into the busy street
I got four more miles to Industrial Road
And I can't wait 'til I get back home
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Woah, I'm racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
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Writer(s): Dakota Saylor
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