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'll just bolt it to the floor Tape it to the wall Rolling with the satellite Watching the Cosby show on Nick At Night I'm weary but I'm feeling right I am a soldier now Out here, we just sing and play whatever we feel And the threat of falling out of bed at night Is real When you're travelling 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
https://primoaccordo.net/john-mayer/portable-intro-to-why-georgia.htm