Dusty roads and winter time, 

Tonight I'm thinking of the town 

And the one I left behind 

To do this rambling 'round. 

Tonight I'm drinking while I'm thinking 

Until the beer joints close 

And I'm thinking of someone 

I called my Georgia Rose.



It's on dusty streets we walked 

And talked of things to be 

And she never laughed or mocked 

My wanting to be free Tonight I'm free 

to walk these streets 

While the wind cuts through my clothes. 

And I'm free to dream forever 

About my Georgia Rose.



So come to my dreams 

Sweet as a flower 

Blooming among the pines 

Georgia Rose 

Still my desire 

Once you could have been mine.



Sometimes a man makes certain choices 

And they lead his heart somewhere 

Sometimes he follows certain voices 

And he don't seem to care. 

Oh how I love that little town 

Down on the Eastern coast 

And I love that pretty girl 

I called my Georgia Rose.