That night in Chattanooga,
I remember it
clear as ice.
She'd never
been to Georgia.
Why not walk to
Georgia?
And
so we walked to Georgia.
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It
seemed such a sweet slice of madness.
It
pushed me over the edge.
Not
that I had far to fall,
I
was already on the brink.
But
I went all in when she said, “Let's walk to Georgia.”
The
Chattanooga aquarium lights
reflecting
off the river.
I
was singing “The 59th
Street Bridge”,
yeah,
I was feeling groovy.
Just
kicking down the cobblestones to Georgia.
A
light rain drizzled down.
The
car headlights splashed by.
We
ran out of sidewalk.
I
felt a little out of my mind.
Happily
delirious and headed south to Georgia.
I
was beginning to worry we should turn back,
that
we were running out of time.
The
others would be waiting for us,
but
there was no changing her mind.
We
were bound to make it to Georgia.
Up
ahead along the highway,
just
a few more steps to go.
I
really love your peaches
on
the sign to let us know
that
we were welcome in Georgia.
As
we started walking back
the
others called to track us down.
They
were not thrilled to learn
that
they'd have to drive on down
to
pick us up from Georgia.
A
night in Chattanooga,
the
city lights reflect and shine.
I
close my eyes and go back there;
I
go back there all the time.
And
I'm walking back to Georgia.
The
Chattanooga aquarium lights
reflecting
off the river.
She'd
never been to Georgia.
Why
not walk to Georgia?
I'm
often walking back to Georgia.