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• Artiste: Corey Smith
• Titre: Georgia Pouring
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I received my education, according to the plan, in a valley full of echoes, in the footsteps of the band. Along a field of battle, I came to understand, why so many fought and died here, in the heart of Dixieland. And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, but it’s only Georgia pouring out of me. I salute the colors, loudly I sing the hymn, and solemnly I bow my head, to honor fallen men. And when the crowd falls silent, I can hear it loud and clear, both tragedy and triumph, at once ringing in my ears. And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, but it’s only Georgia pouring out of me Home is nothing we can choose. It’s only something we can lose. Now I march across the mountains, a world away from home. Though I’d rather be in Athens, all roads lead me to roam. For the holy war I’m waging, while the lights are going down, I lift my voice to heaven, so the world will know the sound. And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, but it’s only Georgia pouring, my home in Georgia pouring. It’s only Georgia pouring out of me.