| Well, she sits there in the porch swing | 
| On a hot afternoon in Georgia | 
| Surveys everything on Daddy’s lap | 
| And the gentlemen callers come by | 
| To tell her that she’s gorgeous | 
| One by one they ask her for her hand | 
| But her mind has slipped away | 
| More than a hundred years | 
| No-one in this century | 
| Can get to her from here | 
| She’s gone with the wind, swept by the rain | 
| Living in another time, lord it must bring her pain | 
| I could be a Southern man if she’d only let me in | 
| But she’s gone with the wind | 
| Well, she dreams of white plantations | 
| With ballrooms just for dancing | 
| From a time when romance made girls' hearts beat fast | 
| She’s looking down that dirt road | 
| For a handsome rebel soldier | 
| Home from war to her arms, safe at last | 
| I volunteer my love | 
| To save her from herself | 
| But if she can’t have terror | 
| She don’t want nobody’s help | 
| She’s gone with the wind, swept by the rain | 
| Living in another time, lord it must bring her pain | 
| I could be a Southern man if she’d only let me in | 
| But she’s gone with the wind, she’s gone with the wind | 
| It all becomes so real | 
| She feels just like that Southern belle | 
| She swears that she was there | 
| The night Atlanta burned like hell | 
| She’s gone with the wind, swept by the rain | 
| Living in another time, lord it must bring her pain | 
| I could be a Southern man if she’d only let me in | 
| But she’s gone with the wind, she’s gone with the wind | 
| She’s gone with the wind, swept by the rain | 
| Living in another time, lord it must bring her pain | 
| I could be a Southern man if she’d only let me in | 
| But she’s gone with the wind, she’s gone with the wind |