Georgia On My Mind
Georgia, Georgia, Georgia,
Yes, I’ve got Georgia on my mind.
It’s a different world out here,
One I can’t quite describe.
We are from the city,
Where things move fast.
Country life is slow,
When you’re used to traffic and people being an ass.
Characters are different out here,
They’re kind and polite.
It’s that southern hospitality,
People who were raised right.
There are some really special ones,
Truly esoteric.
Who don’t live in the same reality,
Like this man I met named Eric.
He has a chicken named “Baby Jesus,”
Because he showed up to his house on Easter Sunday.
And his other mother was a Cherokee Indian medicine woman.
A different kind of character he is,
Claims he’s seen a unicorn and walks with bears.
And when he speaks to you,
You know he’s not really there.
He speaks with a slow southern drawl,
And never really looks you in the eye.
Pale skin,
And bright blue eyes.
He says he “makes art,”
And to the conventional world he does not oblige.
Our feet are on the ground,
His are somewhere floating in the night sky.
And then there was Beaver,
A carpenter I didn’t quite understand.
Believes the South will rise again,
Lives in the mountains, out in no mans land.
He’s lonely out there
Smokes cigarettes to pass the time.
I don’t think people visit him often,
So he felt like a king when we came by.
He entertained us with stories,
Some true, some probably a lie.
No matter though,
We smiled and laughed, he was a good guy.
Georgia, Georgia, Georgia,
Yes, I've got Georgia on my mind.
Where people move slow,
And smile when strangers pass by.
A different world,
One I still don’t understand.
Most of all,
How people just don’t care about dental plans.
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