When I got back to Atlanta A whole lot worse for the wear I may have lost the world I love But at least I had been there Lonesome, hurt and worried With not a lot to do Driving down Stone Mountain Road Trying not to think of you
The southern woods are warm And still They lay good on my mind And surely but so slowly I'm starting to unwind Trying not to think of things That you did or didn't do Here I am once again Trying not to think of you
But I all do is think of you And where you might be now What's new with you? Do you still have Boo? I gotta find a way some how To stop thinking of you
I wonder who I'll find this time To turn my head for awhile Maybe I'll pick a Georgia peach Or maybe walk a mile Whichever way it Don't much make a damn what I do 'Cause either way I'll spend my time Trying not to think of youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
