Stick Patrol
I ran into a stranger
But didn't catch his name
Sleep in his eyes
And dirt on his face
He seemed to me much older
Than I could ever get
Reached out his hand
Lit his cigarette and said
The only thing good for in Georgia
Is breaking your back
Stumbling home alone
And singing the blues
And you don't sing the blues
You don't sing the blues do you
She led me through the doorway
Sat me on the floor
Made me play a tune
A desperate trying song
She said sing it to me softly
Gently in my ear
And as I sang her song
I saw why the Devil came down here
Down here
The only thing good for in Georgia
Is breaking your back
Stumbling home alone
And singing the blues
And you don't sing the blues
You don't sing the blues do you
Do you
Do you
The sky's all pink
In this Goddamn heat
It makes me think
That maybe the world is on fire
One in the same
I know I was made for the shade
And in these lonely days I know
I know
The only thing good for in Georgia
Is breaking your back
Stumbling home alone
And singing the blues
And you don't sing the blues
No you don't sing the blues no
Do you
Do you
Do you
But didn't catch his name
Sleep in his eyes
And dirt on his face
He seemed to me much older
Than I could ever get
Reached out his hand
Lit his cigarette and said
The only thing good for in Georgia
Is breaking your back
Stumbling home alone
And singing the blues
And you don't sing the blues
You don't sing the blues do you
She led me through the doorway
Sat me on the floor
Made me play a tune
A desperate trying song
She said sing it to me softly
Gently in my ear
And as I sang her song
I saw why the Devil came down here
Down here
The only thing good for in Georgia
Is breaking your back
Stumbling home alone
And singing the blues
And you don't sing the blues
You don't sing the blues do you
Do you
Do you
The sky's all pink
In this Goddamn heat
It makes me think
That maybe the world is on fire
One in the same
I know I was made for the shade
And in these lonely days I know
I know
The only thing good for in Georgia
Is breaking your back
Stumbling home alone
And singing the blues
And you don't sing the blues
No you don't sing the blues no
Do you
Do you
Do you
Credits
Writer(s): Gabe Peacock
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.