Georgia Pouring

I received my education, according to the plan
In a valley full of echoes, in the footsteps of the band
Along a field of battle, I came to understand
Why so many fought and died here, in the heart of Dixieland
And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed
But it’s only Georgia pouring out of me
I salute the colors, loudly I sing the hymn
And solemnly I bow my head, to honor fallen men
And when the crowd falls silent, I can hear it loud and clear
Both tragedy and triumph, at once ringing in my ears
And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed
But it’s only Georgia pouring out of me
Home is nothing we can choose. It’s only something we can lose
Now I march across the mountains, a world away from home
Though I’d rather be in Athens, all roads lead me to roam
For the holy war I’m waging, while the lights are going down
I lift my voice to heaven, so the world will know the sound
And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed
But it’s only Georgia pouring, my home in Georgia pouring
It’s only Georgia pouring out of me