Georgia Rose

Dusty roads and winter time,

Tonight I'm thinking of the town

And the one I left behind

To do this rambling 'round.

Tonight I'm drinking while I'm thinking

Until the beer joints close

And I'm thinking of someone

I called my Georgia Rose.

It's on dusty streets we walked

And talked of things to be

And she never laughed or mocked

My wanting to be free Tonight I'm free

to walk these streets

While the wind cuts through my clothes.

And I'm free to dream forever

About my Georgia Rose.

So come to my dreams

Sweet as a flower

Blooming among the pines

Georgia Rose

Still my desire

Once you could have been mine.

Sometimes a man makes certain choices

And they lead his heart somewhere

Sometimes he follows certain voices

And he don't seem to care.

Oh how I love that little town

Down on the Eastern coast

And I love that pretty girl

I called my Georgia Rose.