Don't It Look Like Georgia?

Don't It Look Like Georgia 
When the evening sun goes down? 
I can close my eyes 
and smell those Georgia pines. 
And it seems just like Atlanta 
when the streetlights all come on, 
And the breeze is blowin' warm 
In the summertime. 

I ain't done a lot for Chicago; 
Just livin' from day to day, 
And I don't know how long I can stay here 
In this town. Got me down. 
Well, it don't bother me in the morning, 
Or the long gray afternoon, 
But, Don't It Look Like Georgia 
When the evening sun goes down! 

Don't It Look Like Georgia 
When the evening sun goes down!
I can close my eyes and visualize 
The friends in my home town. 
This big old lonesome city 
Is just workin' too hard to be pretty, 
But, Don't it Look Like Georgia 
When the evening sun goes down! 

Words and music by Jack Blanchard. Copyright  2001 Jack Blanchard Songs (BMI). 
All rights reserved. Lyrics reprinted by kind permission of the author.

 

Sign the Guestbook View the Guestbook

2007 www.jackandmisty.com. all rights reserved.