Billie Holiday - Georgia on my mind

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Georgia

Georgia, the whole day through
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind
Georgia
Georgia, a song of you
Comes as sweet and clean as moonlight through the pines
Other arms reach ot to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see the roads leads back to you
Georgia
Georgia, no peace I find
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind

Inne utwory

  • If my heart could only talk
  • A sailboat in the moonlight
  • How am I to know
  • God bless the child
  • More than you know
  • Romance in the dark
  • P.S. I love you
  • Miss Brown to you
  • Some other spring
  • Farewell to storyville
  • Strange fruit
  • Body and soul
  • Nice work if you can get it
  • Jeepers creepers
  • Do your duty
  • Losowe utwory

    No creo (english)

    You only know well of who i am
    and for that my heart is yours
    you only bend my right
    and for that to where you want i go
    i don t believe that someday the sea
    will lose it s salty flavor
    i...

    Wszystko bez sensu

    [Pono]
    Najmniejszy gest jest pozornie bez znaczenia
    Chcesz zrozumieć sens czegoś, co sensu nie ma?
    Z doświadczenia wiem (wiem)
    Każdy próbuje się wzbogacić
    Sensem staje się tylko to co może się opłacić
    Możesz stracić i to dużo, słyszysz ciszę przed burzą?
    Czy to co ci wróżą głosy z nikąd
    Mówią, że brniesz ku wynikom
    Nie wiesz, że sam się...

    Crazy for your love

    Love is feeling love is wanting love.
    Is a destiny.
    Love is living love is needing.
    Love real for you and me babe.

    Take away your bad feelings.
    And don t even think i ll let you free.
    Close your eyes and trust me darling.
    Love is just the...

    Do yourself a favour

    Isolated junkyard
    letting out the garbage
    eating through the core of life
    sweet fragrance irritates
    in a stale room death awaits
    persecute your own self pride
    suffocate the new high
    ride a thorny mule that cries
    dig your grave and jump right...

    Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone

    The newspapers wrote him up, now his name s on everybody s lips
    Mrs. Culpepper s dog s a big band enthusiast
    He s a pedigree with a minor key
    He s a canine with a C sharp nine
    Sammy the dog has learned to play trombone
    He starts blowing at midnight, wakes up the...