waylon jennings
georgia
Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, over in Santa Fe tonight Full moon shining down along the border But the ground is hard and the night is black Over here by the railroad track  And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia Blue water in the Indian sun, Calling me when the day is done Mama, mama pray for your son  All of my life I've been told That the LA streets was paved with gold Fame and fortune waiting to reward ya But it didn't take long to understand  California ain't the promised land But at least a man's a man in Georgia Blue skies in the mornin' there And there's green trees and breathin' air  Rockabye in my easy chair Well it seems every river in the Georgia moonlight Flowing up where folks are free The sun comes up through the lonely pine trees  Over 'round the Kingsland ridge I maybe here but my mind is still About 90 miles north of Jacksonville Well I may not make it, it's a long, long road  But mama I've paid all the debts I owe And if I don't you know they gonna find me tryin' They took my songs and they took my soul They made me hard and they made me old  Hell I just been born, but I feel just like I'm dying