Jimmie Dale Gilmore

GEORGIA ROSE
W a l t e r H y a t t 
BERRY HILL SONGS BMI

Dusty roads and winter time, 
Tonight I’m thinking of the town 
And the one I left behind 
To do this rambling ‘round. 
Tonight I’m drinking while I’m thinking 
Until the beer joints close 
And I’m thinking of someone 
I called my Georgia Rose.

It’s on dusty streets we walked 
And talked of things to be 
And she never laughed or mocked 
My wanting to be free Tonight I’m free 
to walk these streets 
While the wind cuts through my clothes. 
And I’m free to dream forever 
About my Georgia Rose. 

So come to my dreams 
Sweet as a flower 
Blooming among the pines 
Georgia Rose 
Still my desire 
Once you could have been mine. 

Sometimes a man makes certain choices 
And they lead his heart somewhere 
Sometimes he follows certain voices 
And he don’t seem to care. 
Oh how I love that little town 
Down on the Eastern coast 
And I love that pretty girl 
I called my Georgia Rose. 

M u s i c i a n s
Acoustic Guitar - Rob Gjersoe and Darrell Scott 
Electric guitar - Buddy Miller 
Bass - Byron House 
Drums - Don Heffington 
Vocals - The Calloway Sisters, Buddy Miller