Georgia by Bob Spring

GEORGIA

Here I am overwhelmed by small trees
I couldn’t get the eye of a city girl
Here I am, devoted to Georgia
How I love the way you look in your black jeans

There’s a whisper in the Grand Ridge breeze
Reminding me of the open water
The whisper builds and the whisper cries
Open water in the morning sky

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that wild hair from your eyes
The city folks with their fancy gadgets
Don’t have nothing on our way of life

There’s a whisper in the Grand Ridge breeze
Reminding me of the open water
The whisper builds and the whisper cries
Open water in the morning sky

That lady’s gone, it’s been a while
Word is, she had wild hair once
I’m still here, devoted to Georgia
I can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eyes

There’s a whisper in the Grand Ridge breeze
Reminding me of the open water
The whisper builds and the whisper cries
Open water in the morning sky

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