Wes King Connie Come To Georgia
Alright, ready?
A-one, a-two
A-one, two, three
Connie, come to Georgia
Drive down Highway 85
Meet me at Grandma's graveside
We'll speak of when she was alive
In the silence of the day
We'll place flowers on her grave
And we'll ask the question why
Did we let her slip away
Just before we got to say
How much she means and just goodbye
Connie, tell me about Papa
I was so young when he passed on
Tell me, did he love Grandma
Was she the same when he was gone
In the silence of the day
We'll place flowers on the grave
And we'll ask the question why
Did we let him slip away
Just before we got to say
How much he means and just goodbye
Seems the older that we get
The need to not forget
Is so much stronger, 'cause we know
Time waits for no one, let us say
All we need to say
While today is still today, yeah
Connie, sure do miss you
More than a sister, you're a friend
Distance can't separate us
From those memories deep within
Remember towards the end where
Grandma might cry at any time
Could she have been remembering
All those sad unsaid goodbyes
Oh, she had her share of lonely days
And she placed flowers on the grave
When she asked the question why
Did she let him slip away
Just before she got to say
How much she means and just goodbye
How much they means and just goodbye
Connie, come to Georgia
