Rainy Georgia Night

(Writer’s Note: Tony Joe White writes some really good songs. I cannot get enough of this one. It inspired me to write this poetic verse. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. ~WB)

I glance up at the sky; the sun is hittin’ midday soon

If my hunch is right I’ll be in Atlanta by late afternoon

Some dark clouds on the horizon; a threatening sight

Folks can expect some rain here in Georgia tonight

You are still in my memory ever so far now behind

There’s so little left now but these memories of mine

I wish I could have fixed it; made things right

Something to think about on a rainy, Georgia night

I deserved what I got; you didn’t deserve what I gave

The fires of love burned out; there was little to save

You deserve true love; one to bring your heart delight

Just another thing to dwell on for a rainy, Georgia night

My home has been an old boxcar rolling down the track

Never been any place twice and probably won’t be back

Just memories, an old guitar, and the songs left to write

Something to turn to on a dark and rainy Georgia night

You always said I had no ambition; no spirit; no drive

I always thought this old guitar and I could survive

But I should have let it go; done by you what was right

That thought burns my brain on this rainy, Georgia night

Maybe one day I’ll gain the courage to come back again

I don’t expect you to wait for me until this journey ends

You’ll get older and older still while I try to find the light

I’m lookin’ at dark skies on this rainy, Georgia night

I thought myself a kindred spirit just running wild and free

I shied away from anything that spoke of responsibility

Now I see there is no reward and the money is pretty tight

The reality of my choices on this cold, rainy, Georgia night

The lights and noise of the city rattle the walls of this train

Mixed with the thunder, lightning, and the cold drops of rain

The memories of our good times, back when things were right

Still the stormy chaos for me on this rainy, Georgia night

Nashville town might be a good stop if I can sell a song

Everybody is a songwriter there so I doubt I’d stay too long

Still, I could use the money; get me out of this plight

First I have to get some sleep on this rainy Georgia night

Sometimes I awake in night thinking I hear you call my name

I know that it’s only a dream, but I like it just the same

Love so quickly fades when love’s images are not in sight

Oh how I long to see your face on this rainy Georgia night

I’ll leave on the morning train headin’ further along the rail

I’ll write like I always do when I find a place to drop my mail

You get on with life; don’t look back; leave me to my plight

And I’ll just drift off to sleep on this stormy, Georgia night

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18 January 2013