Georgia Rose — текст песни (Jimmie Dale Gilmore)

Dusty roads and winter time,
Tonight I`m thinking of the town
And the one I left behind
To do this rambling `round.
Tonight I`m drinking while I`m thinking
Until the beer joints close
And I`m thinking of someone
I called my Georgia Rose.

It`s on dusty streets we walked
And talked of things to be
And she never laughed or mocked
My wanting to be free Tonight I`m free
to walk these streets
While the wind cuts through my clothes.
And I`m free to dream forever
About my Georgia Rose.

So come to my dreams
Sweet as a flower
Blooming among the pines
Georgia Rose
Still my desire
Once you could have been mine.

Sometimes a man makes certain choices
And they lead his heart somewhere
Sometimes he follows certain voices
And he don`t seem to care.
Oh how I love that little town
Down on the Eastern coast
And I love that pretty girl
I called my Georgia Rose.