Don't It Look Like Georgia
When the evening sun goes down?
I can close my eyes
and smell those Georgia pines.
And it seems just like Atlanta
when the streetlights all come on,
And the breeze is blowin' warm
In the summertime.
I ain't done a lot for Chicago;
Just livin' from day to day,
And I don't know how long I can stay here
In this town. Got me down.
Well, it don't bother me in the morning,
Or the long gray afternoon,
But, Don't It Look Like Georgia
When the evening sun goes down!
Don't It Look Like Georgia
When the evening sun goes down!
I can close my eyes and visualize
The friends in my home town.
This big old lonesome city
Is just workin' too hard to be pretty,
But, Don't it Look Like Georgia
When the evening sun goes down!
