Brown-Eyed Georgia Darlin'

The hoof-beats of a stallion stir the dusty ground into a powdered rain

That lifts and curls until it’s done and settles down into this flowing main

The mountain-range is bending and the prairie-dogs are calling for tomorrow

Our lungs our scorched from breathing and our eyes are tired of staring through the sand

In the rampage of a cyclone fights a lost and frightened starling

In a weather-beaten saddle with my brown-eyed Georgia darling

Our lips are cracked and mouths are dry at night the sun just seems to be glowing

You can bet all our dreams are with the mountain-streams that never cease from flowing

The desert chains are stronger than the walls of every prison farm

And the noon-day sun is hotter than the dungeon of Satan’s evil charm

In the rampage of a cyclone fights a lost and frightened starling

In a weather-beaten saddle with my brown-eyed Georgia darling

Up ahead there’s a river and a man in a snow-white flowing gown

Upon his head is resting the brightest and most haunting golden crown

He’s offering us a drink from the dipper that is filled with all our dreams

And he’s washing off our brow that was scarred from the hellish solar beams

In a cool mountain breeze floats a home-bound black-winged starling

In a golden-studded saddle with my brown-eyed Georgia darling