Lyrics:
There'll be guitars and fiddles, Earl Scruggs and his banjo too
Bill Monroe singing out them old Kentucky Blues
Ernest Tubb's number, "Two wrongs won't
There'll be guitars and fiddles, Earl Scruggs and his banjo too
Bill Monroe singing out them old Kentucky Blues
Ernest Tubb's number, "Two wrongs won't
& Monroe, Sophia Loren
She could be reincarnated as Hepburn again
She could be perfect to love, simply divine
Could she be mine, ooh yeah yeah
I am just
to temptation 'she finally turned
But when she gave, she gave it all, burn, Georgia burn.
Burn, Georgia burn
There's a fire in your soul
Am I to blame for
New York City
Just 'cause I am it don't mean
I ain't thinking 'bout Georgia too
So it seems I dream
It's just a passing thing
I'm gonna find it out
I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, why Georgia, why?
I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
Wood in places to make it feel like
I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, why Georgia, why?
I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
Wood in places to make it feel like
I'm gonna take you back to Georgia
Well back where you belong
Yes I am
You done got in the big city baby
You done started doing me wrong
Yes you
right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, why Georgia, why?
I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
Wood in places to make it feel
There'll be guitars and fiddles, Earl Scruggs and his banjo too
Bill Monroe singing out them ole 'Kentucky blues'
Ernest Tubb's number, 'Two wrongs won't
to go back and change
And fix just one day
Saving someone for real might save myself
Robert A Monroe, you bastard
The key to my disaster
Robert A Monroe,
I was born and raised where the tall pines grow (way down in Georgia)
Beulah land people like a song with soul (way down in Georgia)
Honeysuckle
a boy Marilyn Monroe, Du-Du-Du
But there is more to me you know, Du-Du-Du
Du-Du-Du,Treat me like you do
Du-Du-Du, But if you only knew
Du-Du-Du, Treat me
Like Marilyn Monroe, I feel that I'm going through this world alone
Yeah, I got the glow, but you don't see the misery that I forego
It's about that
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
As a negation of the people who worship it
You know, Marilyn Monroe
Marilyn Monroe is worshiped, you know
By countless numbers of people who know
They'll never be
a Georgia pine
And there's people all across the land
From West Virginia to the Rio Grande
Whole lotta like I am all the time
In an outlaw state
Georgia Georgia
It's been many miles
Since I've seen your fallen smile
Close up and personal
Your arsenal of excuses
You never told her
When
going
Everything about that place made me who I am
But they say once you leave you can't go back again
So I took it with me, that cloud of red dust
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Over-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the Indo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little
I've been feelin' down in Atlanta
Immobile in Alabama
I'd rather be in traction
Than to be here where I am
Oh, you Georgia red clay
And green
Marilyn Monroe,
Diana Ross, Chita Rivera,
Strasberg, Spilberg,
Chandler, Brando:
ők mind - és még mennyien -
a NAGYOK!
Amerika, ígéret
Summer's gone and wintertime's a comin' and where I am ain't where I want to be
I can hear my southern home a callin' and it's callin' out that old
Dreamland
Dreamland
Detroit to LA with my heart
Dreamland
Marilyn Monroe, stars of thy nights
Chinese man theater studio glam
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