Stick Patrol

I ran into a stranger But didn't catch his name Sleep in his eyes And dirt on his face He seemed to me much older Than I could ever get Reached out his hand Lit his cigarette and said The only thing good for in Georgia Is breaking your back Stumbling home alone And singing the blues And you don't sing the blues You don't sing the blues do you She led me through the doorway Sat me on the floor Made me play a tune A desperate trying song She said sing it to me softly Gently in my ear And as I sang her song I saw why the Devil came down here Down here The only thing good for in Georgia Is breaking your back Stumbling home alone And singing the blues And you don't sing the blues You don't sing the blues do you Do you Do you The sky's all pink In this Goddamn heat It makes me think That maybe the world is on fire One in the same I know I was made for the shade And in these lonely days I know I know The only thing good for in Georgia Is breaking your back Stumbling home alone And singing the blues And you don't sing the blues No you don't sing the blues no Do you Do you Do you