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October Georgia
October Georgia faintly whispers...
Whistling gaps between the autumn days
She plucks the blues in windy back wood fiddles
Hums hymns of Evergreens across the open space
And around the rustic corners Blackbird banjoes play
Echo callings that cannot wake
Towns and sleepy hollows forgotten
Or shake the fields off of southern snow
The bleeding heart of silent cotton
Confederate clouds sky beards lazily wave
Soothing horizons and the ears of God’s children
Preaching sounds that lead from Sabbath churches
Fruit sweeter than the sweetest Dixie peaches
October Georgia faintly whispers
A simpler and easy life downhome tradition
And all can feel it beneath their bones
The tickle of her southern music
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