georgia georgia it's been many miles since i've seen your foggy smile close up and personal your arsenal of excuses you never told her when you walked out on the savannah shoulder with your veins all full of beer thinking well at least now everything is clear but oh man what plan suicide it's just not that much different from my own affair always cussing and crying how about if you tell me something new tell me what will make you happy oh you so deserve to be there were protests and contests attitudes to cop i want it all to stop three weeks ago you were all grace and charm and now i know it was just a false alarm georgia georgia i can't understand your sickness you have no forgiveness no attention left to pay the quiet way you leave and just forget it all just takes my breath away how's that supposed to make me feel? yeah, well, how am I suppossed to feel?
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