In the
morning she plays piano
For that is the love of her life
Then she rearranges her doll's house
Pretending to be like a wife
The birds are singing outside the window
For another glorious day
down in Georgia
Now there's lots of
pretty girls in Atlanta
But they can't hold a candle to you
An d there is like as a
truck to a canter
You're a bell that was
meant to ring true
Southern belle, on your veranda
Southern belle, how I love you
Southern belle,
oh when will you grow up
Southern belle, oh I'll wait for you
Oh, you, you, you
Yeah, you, you, you
Oh, many years have gone by
since I saw her
I'm coming home from the war
And I'm wondering if I'll ever find her
For she is what I was fighting for
And the sight of the blue Bolton beer
And the rain as it falls
on the red earth of Georgia
Have you seen her, have you seen her,
have you seen her?
Oh, I'm asking each passerby
And the sight of Atlanta in ru ins
Is enough to make a brave man cry
Oh, gone are the glorious mansions
And gone is the old way of life
for old Georgia
Oh, but I'm heading on to California
And maybe my love I'll find there
Maybe I'll learn to forget her
But all that I feel is despair
Gone are the glori
ous man sions
Gone is the old way of life
for old Georgia
There's lots of pretty girls in Atlanta
But they can't hold
a candle to you
There is like as a trot to a cantor
To a bell that was meant to ring true
Southern bell, on your veranda
Southern bell, how I love you
Southern bell,
when will you grow up
Southern bell, oh I'll wait for you
Oh, you, you, you, you
You