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Corey Smith – Georgia Pouring lyrics
I received my education, according to the plan,
In a valley full of echoes, in the footsteps of the band.
Along a field of battle, I came to understand,
Why so many fought and died here, in the heart of Dixieland.
And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
But it’s only Georgia pouring out of me.
I salute the colors, loudly I sing the hymn,
And solemnly I bow my head, to honor fallen men.
And when the crowd falls silent, I can hear it loud and clear,
Both tragedy and triumph, at once ringing in my ears.
And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
But it’s only Georgia pouring out of me
Home is nothing we can choose. It’s only something we can lose.
Now I march across the mountains, a world away from home.
Though I’d rather be in Athens, all roads lead me to roam.
For the holy war I’m waging, while the lights are going down,
I lift my voice to heaven, so the world will know the sound.
And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
But it’s only Georgia pouring, my home in Georgia pouring.
It’s only Georgia pouring out of me.
In a valley full of echoes, in the footsteps of the band.
Along a field of battle, I came to understand,
Why so many fought and died here, in the heart of Dixieland.
And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
But it’s only Georgia pouring out of me.
I salute the colors, loudly I sing the hymn,
And solemnly I bow my head, to honor fallen men.
And when the crowd falls silent, I can hear it loud and clear,
Both tragedy and triumph, at once ringing in my ears.
And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
But it’s only Georgia pouring out of me
Home is nothing we can choose. It’s only something we can lose.
Now I march across the mountains, a world away from home.
Though I’d rather be in Athens, all roads lead me to roam.
For the holy war I’m waging, while the lights are going down,
I lift my voice to heaven, so the world will know the sound.
And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
But it’s only Georgia pouring, my home in Georgia pouring.
It’s only Georgia pouring out of me.
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