Five Hundred Miles From a Georgia Sunrise © 2008 Kevin Pearson / Randy Kilgore The greyhound rolled to a stop couple of passengers climbed off We rumbled back into the night I settled down for the ride All by myself Guitar picker sitting in the back Playing the blues slow and sad well we should have sang that song together I'm missing Georgia, more than ever She’s waitin for me CHORUS And I'm five hundred miles from a Georgia sunrise Eight hours from the one I love As long as these wheels keep turning I’ll hold her in the morning Then I’ll thank the Lord above Till then, it's five hundred miles till the Georgia sun rises One old fella turns to me and says Must be a woman won't let you rest I pulled her picture from my coat He said son I'd never left that girl alone And I said I know But I called her every single day told her the new job was going great And I'd send for her soon as I could Oh the truth would not have sounded near as good But I should‘ve told her CHORUS And I'm five hundred miles from a Georgia sunrise Eight hours from the one I love As long as these wheels keep turning I'll hold her in the morning Then I’ll thank the Lord above Till then, it's five hundred miles till the Georgia sun rises Bridge Didn't tell her that I'd been laid off and I never let on to her that all my hope was lost She must'a read between the words I didn't say Cause she mailed me this ticket home just yesterday CHORUS So now I'm five hundred miles from a Georgia sunrise Eight hours from the one I love As long as these wheels keep turning I'll hold her in the morning Then I’ll thank the Lord above Till then, it's five hundred miles till the Georgia sun rises
