When I die I’m gonna rise like the mist in the valley
and sink like a river stone
The pale moon shines, it streams through the pines
a beacon for this lonesome road
I pause next to a charred oak tree
by a stream that’s pure and cold
I quench my thirst and glimpse my face
under the stars of Van Gogh
Sweet Georgia rose I breathe you
deep in the corn blue night
I’ve got a ways to go to see you darling
and look into your pilgrim eyes
The sun’s gonna rise and still I’ll be travelin’
headin’ through old Cherokee lands
I can smell their fires, hear the ghosts of the women
Shedding tears in the sand
They cry out about all I’ve done wrong
and I feel my old fears rise
But then I catch the strains of a country song
Like a prayer in the gathering light
Sweet Georgia rose I breathe you
deep in the corn blue night
I’ve got a ways to go to see you darling
and look into your pilgrim eyes
The sun’s gonna rise and still I’ll be traveling
Toward your pilgrim eyes like two lakes in the distance
Your pilgrim eyes like two lakes in the distance
Your pilgrim eyes like two lakes
Nashville’s Passion Fruit Boys nail the effervescent janglepop of ’80s college radio with bright guitars and immediate hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2022