J. Armen Til Georgia
heard my calling knowing well my time had come the choices we make are still full of mistakes now nothing can be done for which sins committed I deserve this rotten luck with my heart on my sleeve I was summoned to leave with no hope of coming back how long ‘til Georgia it’s been a long and weary ride how long ‘til I may lay to rest my troubled mind maybe shortly nasty winds will settle down the sky in my view is the wrong shade of blue and I cannot live it down one more foreign sunrise I’ll be right back home to you I’ve survived the terrain scorching sun and the rains in this place they brought me to ever wishful yet I never had a chance for what needs to be done I am second to none but it’s all at my expense spin the bottle stop it while it’s pointing west I’ve been everywhere but my mind’s always there I don’t care for all the rest
