(Kent "Lobo" LaVoie)
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When I got back to Atlanta
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A whole lot worse for the wear
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I may have lost the world I love
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But at least I had been there
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Lonesome, hurt and worried
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With not a lot to do
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Driving down Stone Mountain Road
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Trying not to think of you
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The southern woods are warm
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And still
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They lay good on my mind
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And surely but so slowly
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I'm starting to unwind
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Trying not to think of things
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That you did or didn't do
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Here I am once again
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Trying not to think of you
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But I all do is think of you
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And where you might be now
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What's new with you?
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Do you still have Boo?
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I gotta find a way some how
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To stop thinking of you
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I wonder who I'll find this time
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To turn my head for awhile
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Maybe I'll pick a Georgia peach
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Or maybe walk a mile
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Whichever way it
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Don't much make a damn what I do
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'Cause either way I'll spend my time
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Trying not to think of you
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Thinking Of You
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| Lobo |
