Hell's Gate, Georgia

Lately I've been thinking about the time when we were young
When we lived our dreams and got things done
Now the days they move so slow like butter in the sun
They went by so fast when we were young

I still hear them old songs playing in my head
I still feel like jumping up and dancing around the bed
Baby you're the fire burning in my eyes
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July

Lately I've been thinking about the shadows in the lace
Revlon red and moonlight on your face
But your skin's so soft and warm, just like a summer's breeze
Just a sigh can bring me to my knees

I still hear them old songs playing in my head
I still feel like jumping up and dancing around the bed
Even when a cold wind blows our love burns up the sky
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July

Sometimes I go drifting off to places you can't go
Sometimes you go places I don't ever want to know
Even when our love turns cold an ember still survives
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July

I still hear them old songs playing in my head
I still feel like jumping up and dancing around the bed
Baby you're the fire burning in my eyes
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July

Lately I've been thinking about the time when we were young

Written by Robert Hazard - © 2004 ASCAP