I've had good luck, and bad luck And no luck, it's true But I always get lucky with you I've been turned on, and turned down When the bars close at two
brand new I don't like old shoes I like brand new Fuck her one time then I go and get a brand new Brand new everything jeans shirt los too Brand new Gucci mane acting brand
Everyone suspected ole Willie's time was near ?Cause lately he'd been talkin' ?bout the Lord & leavin' here He said if I fight the devil when I die I
I strike a match to an old love letter Another weak attempt at lettin' go I try to put myself together I know I'm not even close The time will come When
The mayor gave me the keys to the city The welcome wagons already appear But again, I'll be packing and leaving For it's plain now that she once lived
by Don Chapel When you left I thought that I would soon be over you Even told myself that I would find somebody new Time and tears have come and gone
The jukebox is playing a honky tonk song One more I keep saying and then I'll go home What good would it do me I know what I'll find An empty bottle of
I've been living a new way Of life that I love so But I can see the clouds are gathering And the storm will wreck our home For last night he held you
(Georgette): You were just a picture on my baby grand (George): Yours was in my wallet, I showed to all my friends (Georgette): But the world rolled
I saw a little beam of sunlight Steal across a purple sky And bent down to kiss a rose bud Oh, it made me wanna cry And to think that I've been permitted
concerned, burn, Georgia, burn Winter brought the snow and a rider down from Franklin With news of how the war had taken toll And he would not return, burn, Georgia
I'm finding out how hot an old flame can burn You're a feeling I haven't forgot, the love I can't unlearn You've become a memory I can't live without
in love And set that Georgia moon on fire It was just too hot to handle A burning desire We fooled around and we fell in love And set that Georgia moon
I'm finding out how hot An old flame can burn You're a feeling I haven't forgot The love I can't unlearn You've become a memory I can't live without You
. Burn, Georgia, burn. Winter brought the snow and a rider down from Franklin with news of how the war had taken toll and he would not return. Burn, Georgia
Les gens qui voient de travers Pensent que les bancs verts Qu'on voit sur les trottoirs Sont faits pour les impotents ou les ventripotents Mais c'est
Translation: Alabama. Burn, Georgia, Burn.
