Georgia Lee

Appears on Mule Variations

Version 1 | Lyrics

Version 1

|C - G7| - |C| 
			
C        F   C         Am       F   C 
Cold was the night and hard was the ground 
     F              C              G7sus4   G7 
They found her in a small grove of trees 
    C            F   C           Am      F   C 
And lonesome was the place where Georgia was found 
          F           C          Gsus4 
She's too young to be out on the street 
			
    G7         C         F 
Why wasn't God watching 
    G7         C         F 
Why wasn't God listening 
    G          C         G7      C 
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 
Oh, but she just kept running away from this world 
These children are so hard to raise good 
			
Why wasn't God watching... 
			
G7         C        F        C 
Close your eyes and count to ten 
G7     C      F        G7 
I will go and hide but then 
Cmaj7      A7         Dm7         G7 
Be sure to find me, I want you to find me 
          C         F 
And we'll play all over 
      C         F 
We'll play all over 
      C         F    C 
We'll 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... 

Lyrics

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?