Lyrics

Hey, how you doing what’s your name
tell me yours and I’ll do the same
so you want to know from where I came
well, I was born in the deep south, under a different name
changing it never erased the pain they gave to me
I was left under the willow tree not sure they really wanted me
in the backyard of a house on Avenue B.

But don’t cry for me
the branches of that weeping tree came down and cradled me in it’s bough
It was a long, long ,long, long road out of sweet Georgia
Sweet Georgia
Sweet Georgia
Still with me now
I’m a late blooming flower

Hey, what’s your story and I’ll tell you mine, I’ve told it 100,000 times
Truth, or dare me to read your mind
See, I was born under a pisces sun
no turning back always on the run
I find a home here in these songs

But I don’t cry for me the branches of this weeping tree
came down, cradled me and it’s bough
It was a long, long, long, long road out of Sweet Georgia
Sweet Georgia
Sweet Georgia
still with me…

Sweet Georgia
Sweet Georgia
Sweet Georgia
Still with me now
I’m a late blooming flower