Ibland blir den här gubben blödig, sentimental och rent ut sagt jävligt omtänksam. Åtminstone när det handlar om barn. Och det är precis vad det handlar om i denna tårdränkta ballad av Tom Waits. Ni får inte bara videon, ni får också följa med i texten som jag så flott bjuder på. Hursomhelst, ta till er och låtkänslorna flöda!
Cold was the night, hard was the ground They found her in a small grove of trees Lonesome was the place where Georgia was found She's too young to be out On the street. Why wasn't God watching? Why wasn't God listening? Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee? Ida said she couldn't keep Georgia From dropping out of school I was doing the best that I could But she kept runnin away from this world These children are so hard to raise good Why wasn't God watching? Why wasn't God listening? Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee? Close your eyes and count to ten I will got and hid but then Be sure to find me. I want you to find me And we'll play all over We will play all over again There's a toad in the witch grass There's a crow in the corn Wild flowers on a cross by the road And somewhere a baby is crying For her mom As the hills turn from green back To gold Why wasn't God watching? Why wasn't God listening? Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?
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