🎉🔥 Storytellerz – die wildeste, kreativste & herzlichste Community ever! 🔥🎉 Hier warten mega nette Leute 🤗, Hilfe 🆘 und ein endloses Feuerwerk an Ideen 💥💡! Lust auf Spaß 🎈, Inspiration ✨ und pure Kreativität? 🚀 Dann komm zu uns und lass’s knallen! 🎆💖 https://discord.gg/storytellerz https://www.storytellerz.de Savannah Girl Five thousand miles is a long way to walk When you carry your world in a canvas bag I started out where the red dirt ends Just me, the highway, and an old guitar that knows my truths Every milestone tells a different story Of people who listened, waved, and made me move on I’ve seen the rivers change their names Met strangers who shared their bread and their time There is a lot of noise out here on the road People cheering for the girl who keeps on moving They see the dust on my boots and they wonder how far I’ll go But the distance doesn't change the beat of my heart Every highway eventually bends And every long road has to find an end You can follow the stars to the edge of the sky But you can't wash the Georgia rain from your eyes Five thousand miles under the open sun But I know exactly where my tracks begun The maps in my pocket are torn at the edges And my voice gets tired when the night gets cold But I don't get lost in the wider world The praise along the way is just wind in the trees It comes and it goes, but the soil stays firm A southern mind doesn't forget its home Every highway eventually bends And every long road has to find an end You can follow the stars to the edge of the sky But you can't wash the Georgia rain from your eyes Five thousand miles under the open sun But I know exactly where my tracks begun Five thousand miles... Still walking. Still knowing who I am. Just a Savannah Girl. ©2026 FL.AIR | All Rights Reserved Crafted with love, passion, a touch of soul, a weird sense of Humor and so much more.
