Kristina Murray - The Year Georgia Ran Dry 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