The Year Georgia Ran Dry by Kristina Murray Lyrics

Coming home to an empty room
He's up and gone, he's left too soon
Out the door and in the ground
The only thing that seems to be hanging round
It's that hurt and weight asleep on my chest
Keeps me up, I get no rest
The one I'd never thought I'd lose
Guess you gotta pay the devil his dues

And the year I saw my momma cry
Was the same when Georgia ran dry

Oh, I remember that August morn
When heaven sang in all its glory
For one so strong and one so tall
Lord, the church could not hold them all

And the year I saw my momma cry
Was the same when Georgia ran dry

The river was down so low that day
The devil likes his red dirt clay
The rain never came and how I cried
When he crossed to the other side