Dusty roads and winter time,
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Tonight I'm thinking of the town
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And the one I left behind
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To do this rambling 'round.
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Tonight I'm drinking while I'm thinking
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Until the beer joints close
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And I'm thinking of someone
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I called my Georgia Rose.
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It's on dusty streets we walked
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And talked of things to be
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And she never laughed or mocked
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My wanting to be free Tonight I'm free
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to walk these streets
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While the wind cuts through my clothes.
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And I'm free to dream forever
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About my Georgia Rose.
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So come to my dreams
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Sweet as a flower
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Blooming among the pines
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Georgia Rose
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Still my desire
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Once you could have been mine.
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Sometimes a man makes certain choices
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And they lead his heart somewhere
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Sometimes he follows certain voices
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And he don't seem to care.
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Oh how I love that little town
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Down on the Eastern coast
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And I love that pretty girl
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I called my Georgia Rose.
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Georgia Rose
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Jimmie Dale Gilmore |