Talking 'bout Georgia
I'm in Georgia
A song of you comes
as sweet and clear
as moonlight through the pines
Other arms (that) reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
Georgia, sweet Georgia
No peace I find
Just an old sweet song
keeps Georgia on my mind
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
Oh the road leads back
It always leads back, leads back to you.