| Lamps in the windows burnin’bright, over in Santa Fe tonight
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| Full moon shining down along the border
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| But the gound is hard and the night is black
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| Over here by the railroad track
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| And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
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| Blue water in the indian sun,
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| Calling me when the day is done
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| Mama mama pray for your son
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| All of my life I’ve been told
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| That the LA streets was paved with gold
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| Fame and fortune waiting to reward ya But it didn’t take long to understand
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| California ain’t the promised land
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| But at least a man’s a man in georgia
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| Blue skys in the mornin’there
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| And there’s green trees and breathin’air
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| Rockabye in my easy chair
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| Well it seems every river in the Georgia moonlight
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| Flowing up where folks are free
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| Tthe sun comes up through the lonely pine trees
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| Over 'round the Kingsland ridge
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| I maybe here but my mind is still
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| About 90 miles north of Jacksonville
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| Well I may not make it, it’s a long long road
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| But mama I’ve paid all the debts I owe
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| And if I don’t you know they gonna find me tryin'
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| They took my songs and they took my soul
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| They made me hard and they made me old
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| Hell I just been born, but I feel just like I’m dying |