[Verse 1]
Sun’s settin’ low on the Blue Ridge line,
Pine smoke hangs where the dirt roads wynd,
Front porch creaks like it knows my sin,
Every board groans where I’ve been.
She’s standin’ there in that faded dress,
Brown eyes sharp, but her heart’s a mess,
I broke a vow I should’ve kept,
Now I’m countin’ the cost of one bad step.
[Pre-Chorus]
Crickets hush when she starts to speak,
Truth cuts deeper than a mountain creek.
[Chorus]
She’s wailing crocodile tears tonight,
They look like rain but they burn like firelight,
Say she’s fine, says she’ll survive,
But I see the hurt she’s tryin’ to hide,
In the shadow of these Georgia pines,
I lost her trust, I crossed that line,
Lord she’s wailing crocodile tears tonight,
And every single one of ’em’s mine.
[Verse 2]
I was weak for a moment, blind to the truth,
Chased a ghost, trying to relive my youth,
One lonely bar off Highway Nine,
One stupid kiss under a neon sign.
Now the mountains won’t let me forget,
Every echo’s a deep regret,
Her mama’s Bible on the oakwood shelf,
Screams louder than I can defend myself.
[Pre-Chorus]
Moonlight falls on her trembling hands,
I’d give my soul just to be her man again.
[Chorus]
She’s wailing crocodile tears tonight,
They look like rain but they burn like firelight,
Say she’s fine, says she’ll survive,
But I see the hurt she’s tryin’ to hide,
In the shadow of these Georgia pines,
I lost her trust, I crossed that line,
She’s wailing crocodile tears tonight,
And every one of ’em’s mine.
[Instrumental interlude]
[Bridge]
If love’s a trail through these hills of stone,
I took the wrong turn, walked it alone,
I’d trade every dawn, every sin I’ve done,
For one more chance when the morning comes.
[Chorus]
She’s wailing crocodile tears tonight,
They fall like judgment from a Southern sky,
She won’t scream, she won’t fight,
Just lets the silence pass her by,
In the heart of the Blue Ridge pines,
I learned too late what love’s worth in time,
She’s wailing crocodile tears tonight,
Lord knows I deserve this fight.
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
When the mountains sleep and the truth appears,
I’ll still hear her cry throughout the years,
On a wynding Georgia road lit by moonlight,
She’s still wailing crocodile tears every night.
Copyright January 18, 2026, by Stephen Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved
