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.