Well, how come it is I get so impressed?
However it is, I wish you all the best.
As the things go right for you and I walk away,
Sweet Georgia Black,
I bid you good day.
And how come it is everything looks so sweet?
It's easy to understand,
it's what attracted me,
well I say...
Sweet Georgia Black, I wish you good day.
Imagine if you had none of this at all,
Well
I would still love you,
you might even hear my call.
But now I won't be there when the next teardrop falls,
Sweet Georgia Black,
I'll be nowhere at all.
Well I plan my days just to fit you in,
And I might get to see you if you're doing nothing,
well that's tough.
But Sweet Georgia Black, it's not good enough.
My two ways of wanting for you are starting to fight,
I don't know if it's you or me I'm thinking of every night.
I guess there's nothing wrong with being a memory,
And although you are,
it takes nothing from what you mean to me.
So for the final time, in verse at least,
Go on and be happy and I hope you succeed,
And everything goes right for you as I walk away.
Sweet Georgia Black,
I hope you have a nice day,
But I won't let this moment get turned into a trap,
And if you're ever without,
then I won't turn my back,
Here I'll stand,
With the words that I've written torn up in my hand.