(Kent "Lobo" LaVoie)
When I got back to Atlanta
A whole lot worse for the wear

I may have lost the world I love
But at least I had been there
Lonesome, hurt and worried

With not a lot to do
Driving down Stone Mountain Road
Trying not to think of you


The southern woods are warm
And still

They lay good on my mind
And surely but so slowly
I'm starting to unwind

Trying not to think of things
That you did or didn't do
Here I am once again

Trying not to think of you

But I all do is think of you

And where you might be now
What's new with you?
Do you still have Boo?

I gotta find a way some how
To stop thinking of you


I wonder who I'll find this time
To turn my head for awhile
Maybe I'll pick a Georgia peach

Or maybe walk a mile
Whichever way it
Don't much make a damn what I do

'Cause either way I'll spend my time
Trying not to think of you