Letra de Why Georgia (Live at the Oak Mountain Amphitheater, Birmingham, AL - September 2002)
Fold me up, take me out I'm portable Fold me up, take me out I'm portableWell, out here we have anything we want We have anything we want at all Well, out here we're just bolted to the floor Or taping to the wallRolling with a satellite Watching the Cosby Show on Nick at Night It's weird but I'm feeling right I am a soldier nowFold 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 portableOut here we just sing and play whatever we feel And the threat of falling out of bed night is real When you're traveling on a box with 18 wheels OhIf I can go anywhere at all If I can go anywhere at all, oh If I can go anywhere at all If I can go anywhere, anywhere And if I can go anywhere at all And if I can go anywhere at allI mean if I really, really, really can go anywhere at all Won't you tell me why? Won't you tell me why? Why, why, Georgia, why? Won't you tell me why?I am driving up 85 in the kind of morning That lasts all afternoon, I'm just stuck inside the gloom 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 verdict less lifeAm 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's alone It might be a quarter-life crisis Just a stirrin' in my soul, but who knows?Either way I wonder sometimes About the outcome of a still verdict less life, lifeAm I living it right? Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why, why, Georgia, why?Ladies and gentleman, the B-ham choirSo what? I've got a smile on But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head Don't believe me When I say I've got it downEverybody is just a stranger That that's the danger in Going my own way, way, way, way That's just the price they're going to pay (hey)Still everything happens for a reason Is no reason not to ask myselfIf I am living it right Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why, tell me, why, why, why, why Why, why, Georgia, why?