Georgia, Georgia It's been many miles Since I've seen your fallen smile Close up and personal Your arsenal of excuses You never told her When you walked out on the Savannah shoulder With your veins all full of beer Thinking, "Well, at least now everything is clear" But, oh man What a plan Suicide It's just not that much different from my own affair Always cussing and crying How about if you Tell me something new Tell me what will make you happy Oh, you So deserve to be There were protests and contests Attitudes to cop I want it all to stop Three weeks ago you were all grace and charm And now I know it was just a false alarm Georgia, Georgia I can't understand your sickness You have no forgiveness No attention left to pay The quiet way you leave And just forget it all Just takes my breath away How's that supposed to make me feel? Yeah, well, how am I supposed to feel?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
