Back To Georgia
They say there's a blizzard in Montana
They tell me of a drought in Idaho
I guess I'll just drift on back to Georgia
The peaches will be ripe there now I know
Oh, she was the reason that I wandered
She had the blondest hair I ever saw
But she fell for a smooth talkin' gambler
Just a greasy haired slick from Arkansas
Well I took to drinkin' in the bar rooms
"Go West" they said."There's plenty more to find."
So I started out somewhere in Texas
But long blonde hair was always on my mind
They say there's a blizzard in Montana
They tell me of a drought in Idaho
I guess I'll just drift on back to Georgia
The peaches will be ripe there now I know
I met me a lady out in Utah
But she was born and raised in Ohio
She said she was taught to hate Old Dixie
So I just tipped my hat and let her go
I cowboy'd for awhile down in Reno
A place where gamblin' ain't against the law
All the men I see here in this city
Remind me of that slick from Arkansas
They say there's a blizzard in Montana
They tell me of a drought in Idaho
I guess I'll just drift on back to Georgia
The peaches will be ripe there now I know
5-12-20
Contest: Brian's Choice A
Sponsor:Brian Strand
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2020
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