Blues is a natural fact, is something that a fellow lives. If you don't live it you don't have it. Young people have forgotten to cry the blues. Now they talk and get lawyers and things. Big Bill Broonzy
Georgia, Georgia,The whole day throughJust an old sweet songKeeps Georgia on my mindI'm say GeorgiaGeorgiaA song of youComes as sweet and clearAs moonlight through the pinesOther arms reach out to meOther eyes smile tenderlyStill in peaceful dreams I seeThe road leads back to youI said Georgia,Ooh Georgia, no peace I findJust an old sweet songKeeps Georgia on my mindOther arms reach out to meOther eyes smile tenderlyStill in peaceful dreams I seeThe road leads back to youGeorgia,Georgia,No peace, no peace I findJust this old, sweet songKeeps Georgia on my mindI said just an old sweet song,Keeps Georgia on my mind
Georgia, Georgia,
ReplyDeleteThe whole day through
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
I'm say Georgia
Georgia
A song of you
Comes as sweet and clear
As moonlight through the pines
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
I said Georgia,
Ooh Georgia, no peace I find
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
Georgia,
Georgia,
No peace, no peace I find
Just this old, sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
I said just an old sweet song,
Keeps Georgia on my mind