| This Georgia road is red
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| The Georgia sky is blue
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| And it looks just like the sky
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| That carried me to you
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| The good Lord up in heaven knows
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| What I’ve been going through
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| And he’s whispering to me
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| That I’ll get over you
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| My angel in distress
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| You look OK to me
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| I’ll send you my address
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| I could easily stay with you
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| On your side of heaven’s door
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| 'Cause I don’t love you any less
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| But I can’t love you anymore
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| It’s Tuscaloosa, Birmingham
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| Or Baton Rouge
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| Hell I don’t know just where I’m at
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| To tell the truth
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| But the good Lord up in heaven knows
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| What you’ve been going through
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| And he’s whispering to me
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| That he’ll take care of you
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| My angel in distress
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| You look OK to me
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| I’ll send you my address
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| When I know what it will be
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| I could easily stay with you
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| On your side of heaven’s door
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| 'Cause I don’t love you any less
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| But I can’t love you anymore
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| My angel in distress
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| You look OK to me
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| I’ll send you my address
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| When I know what it will be
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| I could easily stay with you
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| On your side of heaven’s door
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| 'Cause I don’t love you any less
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| But I can’t love you anymore
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| I don’t love you any less
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| But I can’t love you anymore |