Georgia Memories

It was a sultry night in Georgia I heard the mournful sound of a train whistle blowin. So I made my way down Main street To a little sidewalk cafe, where the coffee was flowin. There sat a man and woman, holding each other hands The same thing you and I once did, before you had to die. I remembered the last time that I held your hands. It was to kiss you and say goodbye. On that sultry night in Georgia Where the train whistle was once a blowin I had to take my coffee to go Before my tears began a flowin. Though love has found me once again No one could ever take your place. My Georgia Memories bring a smile to my heart. Sometimes they bring a tear to my face.