GEORGIA SUNSHINE

Crowded city; factory labour.
Northern winters, cold wind a-blowin',
But every evenin', when your love warms me,
I almost feel that I'm back home.

Georgia sunshine, you're my Georgia sunshine:
Soft an' sweet as a peach at pickin' time.
Georgia sunshine, you're my Georgia sunshine.
Straight and true as a Georgia Pine.

Mom and Daddy, southern cookin';
Gentle people, red Georgia clay.
Childhood sweetheart: Dixie woman,
Keep your love shinin' every day.

Georgia sunshine, you're my Georgia sunshine:
Soft an' sweet as a peach at pickin' time.
Georgia sunshine, you're my Georgia sunshine.
Straight and true as a Georgia Pine.

Georgia sunshine, you're my Georgia sunshine:
Soft an' sweet as a peach at pickin' time.
Georgia sunshine......