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.
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