Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through.
Just an old sweet song
keeps Georgia on my mind.
Talkin' 'bout Georgia, I'm in 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.
Georgia, sweet Georgia, no peace I find.
Just an old sweet song
keeps Georgia on my mind.
Just and old sweet song
keeps Georgia on my mind. |
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