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Robbie Fulks
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Georgia Hard
She said she was leaving So I went to follow Blind love and I-55 got me here Dirty old salt truck In the smog before me And dear old Dixie, back in the rear view mirror
Got a third-story walk-up With a view of the alley A mail room job that isn't all glamour and fun The woman I came for Is gone to another Now my feet are just too planted to run
But there's no Carolina Moon over Chicago No bluegrass growin' out in my backyard No fields of sugarcane, no soft Virginia rain But damn, if this livin' ain't Georgia Hard
Down on Halsted Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The women walk by me Like they can tell I haven't got a dollar to spare So it's into a side street For a beer and a sad song I guess some things Are the same most everywhere
But there's no Carolina Moon over Chicago No bluegrass growin' out in my backyard No fields of sugarcane, no soft Virginia rain But damn, if this livin' ain't Georgia Hard
So please, Mr. Conwell Could you except the charges? When I told you 'A cold day in Maacon', I lied And if your pecan trees still need a-shakin' I'll be back a-beggin' fast as the grey dog flies
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