Backstory:
"A few weeks ago I met a young fellow from Iraq who is currently living in Ohio. He described how difficult it is to find a place somewhere between two worlds, the traditions of his culture back home, and his new life in the USA. That night after our conversation, this tune came into my head, but instead of Iraq it turned into Georgia, a lovely country with the Black Sea to the west, and the Caucasus Mountains to the North. I think this is because it's a place that is often overlooked, and where I'm from people always think of the state, and not the country. It's a place I had been longing to visit, and I finally had the chance to go a couple of years ago. It left quite an impression."
Lyrics:
The rain pounds against the window
The train rocks through the night
Unfamiliar words are all around
And I hold on tight
Oh those days in Georgia
But not the one you know
We had mountains with
early morning snow
Oh those days in Georgia
But not the one you see
Those black waters they still
Speak to me
Now this city is a wonder
Now I guess I have it all
And I’m rising to the top
But I’ve never felt so small
Oh those days in Georgia
But not the one you know
We had mountains with
early morning snow
Oh those days in Georgia
But not the one you see
Those black waters they still
Speak to me
Sing me a song of sorrow
With your sweet harmony
'cause yesterday’s tomorrow
Is a place I’m bound to be
Now this house is full of people
Another year and we rejoice
But I slip into the shadows
But I guess I’ve made my choice
Oh those days in Georgia
But not the one you know
We had mountains with
early morning snow
Oh those days in Georgia
But not the one you see
Those black waters they still
Speak to me
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