Featured Randall Franks Song 02) Georgia Rain (2:32) - Randall Franks

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Georgia Rain

Songwriter: John E. Gallick
Publisher & PRO: Ben Hall Music/ASCAP

Livin' up in Chicago, wrapped up with my music in my soul
There I met an old man, said he's come from Georgia years ago
He could make that music, like no one else it true
Time and time I'd ask him, teach me to play the blues

He'd say I've lived my life, hiding in the dark
Waitin' for those judge hounds on my trail
I've lived my life, hurtin' in my heart
Hear me boy, I'ain't tellin' you no tell
You don't play the blues, you gotta live the blues
They're like a ball and chain
You better get your eyes on Jesus now
Don't be like me, runnin' from the Georgia rain

Many nights on his front porch, I'd listen to him 'til the break of dawn
Tellin' me his stories of the Georgia rain and his younger days now gone
His mama died of a fever, Lord the times were hard back then
Killed a man down in Georgia, can't never go there again


He'd say I've lived my life, hiding in the dark
Waitin' for those judge hounds on my trail
I've lived my life, hurtin' in my heart
Hear me boy, I'ain't tellin' you no tell
You don't play the blues, you gotta live the blues
They're like a ball and chain
You better get your eyes on Jesus now
Don't be like me, runnin' from the Georgia rain

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