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GEORGIAN BAY
Down on the Bay, the sun has a way Of stealin' a piece of your mind And you end up spending your time on a tan Or in the shade of a Georgian Pine
And you sit and you pity all the folks in the city Saying, "how can they live that way? Wouldn't they rather be livin' it up On the shores of the Georgian Bay?"
Where you can throw away time Just for the pleasure of wastin' it Fry up a fresh caught fish Just for the pleasure of tastin' it
And you can't complain if it starts to rain 'Cause the sun shines most of the time Why wait 'til you retire to sit by the fire Sippin' on a glass of wine?
'Cause you can lie out on the docks, swim around the rocks Let the world slip away That's the kind of hold that the sunset gold Has on you in the Georgian Bay
Where you can throw away time Just for the pleasure of wastin' it Fry up a fresh caught fish Just for the pleasure of tastin' it
Where you can throw away time Just for the pleasure of wastin' it Fry up a fresh caught fish Just for the pleasure of tastin' it
Down on the Bay, the sun has a way Of stealin' a piece of your mind And you end up spending your time on a tan Or in the shade of a Georgian Pine
And you sit and you pity all the folks in the city Saying, "how can they live that way? Wouldn't they rather be livin' it up On the shores of the Georgian Bay?"
Yes, wouldn't they rather be livin' it up On the shores of the Georgian Bay?
from Love Is A Truck ©2000 Word of Mouth Music (SOCAN)
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