The Nields - Georgia O Lyrics
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Georgia O
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What Are The Lyrics For Georgia O By The Nields?
Driving into Santa Fe
Dreaming of the day I'll make it mine That day is coming Ani DiFranco on the tape player Thinking of the things I'd say to her if I could But I just keep humming Girl you've got some nerve Taking everything that you deserve Touching all the places that are yours And touching all the bases as you score Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O I wanna be a woman like you, yeah Found a place to call my home It's not much but it's my own It's mine--but I let you in Your pictures hang on every wall Sort of show you standing straight and tall While you look through him I light a candle then I call your name You reach me through your veil of death and fame You reach me through your flowers and your bones And I swear to God I swear I'm not alone Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O I wanna be a woman like you I wanna be a woman like... I dip my cup into your holy spring The diva takes a breath and then she's singing I rub my hand on your Rosetta Stone A little flower power of my own Yeah, a little flower power of my own Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O I wanna be a woman like you I wanna be a woman like me |
Who Wrote Georgia O By The Nields?
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What's The Duration Of The Georgia O By The Nields?The duration of Georgia O is 3:50 minutes and seconds. |
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