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