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CAN’T QUITE RECALL JUST WHERE I’VE BEEN
BACK ON THE STREETS, REMINDED OF EVERY SIN
BEEN LIVING IN A DOORWAY I CAN’T PASS THROUGH
CLOSE MY BLEARY EYES, CLEARLY I SEE YOU

THEN IT FEELS LIKE WE’RE BACK IN A GEORGIA RAIN
WARM AND SWEET THE SMELL
JUST HANGS LIKE A STUBBORN STAIN
WE WERE BOTTOMLESS AND SOAKED IN LOUISIANNE
COULDN’T WASH AWAY, COULDN’T WASH AWAY WHO I AM

COULD YOU EVER HOLD ME AGAIN?
AND DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT US NOW AND THEN?
I KNOW IT ALWAYS FELT LIKE A RUNAWAY TRAIN
BUT COULD YOU EVER HOLD ME AGAIN IN A GEORGIA RAIN?

I KNOW THAT I’VE BEEN KIND OF OFF
BUT I HAD TO GET THROUGH THE WINTER
THOUGHT I’D NEVER SHAKE THAT COUGH
STILL I THINK OF THAT STORM IN LOUISIANNE
IT COULDN’T WASH AWAY, COULDN’T WASH AWAY WHO I AM

COULD YOU EVER HOLD ME AGAIN?
AND DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT US NOW AND THEN?
I KNOW IT ALWAYS FELT LIKE A RUNAWAY TRAIN
BUT COULD YOU EVER HOLD ME AGAIN IN A GEORGIA RAIN?

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