
Why Georgia - Live at the Oak Mountain Amphitheater, Birmingham, AL - September 2002
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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
Well, out here we're just bolted to the floor
Or taping to the wall
Rolling with a satellite
Watching the Cosby Show on Nick at Night
It's weird but I'm feeling right
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 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
Oh
If 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 all
I 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 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'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, life
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, why, Georgia, why?
Ladies and gentleman, the B-ham choir
So 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 down
Everybody 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 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, why, Georgia, why?




























