Lyric Georgia Lee

Georgia Lee

Cold was the night, hard was the ground
They found her in a small grove of trees
Lonesome was the place where Georgia was found
She s too young to be out
On the street.

Why wasn t God watching?
Why wasn t God listening?
Why wasn t God there for
Georgia Lee?

Ida said she couldn t keep Georgia
From dropping out of school
I was doing the best that I could
But she kept runnin away from this world
These children are so hard to raise good

Why wasn t God watching?
Why wasn t God listening?
Why wasn t God there for
Georgia Lee?

Close your eyes and count to ten
I will got and hid but then
Be sure to find me. I want you to find me
And we ll play all over
We will play all over again

There s a toad in the witch grass
There s a crow in the corn
Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying
For her mom
As the hills turn from green back
To gold

Why wasn t God watching?
Why wasn t God listening?
Why wasn t God there for
Georgia Lee?