GEORGIA BLUES

I COME FROM GEORGIA,

WITH A GUITAR ON MY KNEE.

SPENT TIME IN LOUISIANA,

MADE MY WAY TO TENNESSEE.

HEADED DOWN THAT BIG TIME HIGHWAY,

PLAYIN’ MY GUITAR.

RAN OUT OF DREAMS ON AN OLD GRAVEL ROAD,

IN A LONESOME ROADSIDE BAR.

WHAT CAN I DO WITH THESE OLD GEORGIA BLUES,

AND MY FEET IN TENNESSEE?

A ONE NIGHT STAND FOR A ONE MAN BAND,

WITH A GUITAR ON MY KNEE.

I USED TO WANT MY MUSIC ON THE RADIO,

BE A GRAND OLE OPRY STAR.

NOW MY ONLY WISH IS MONEY IN MY FIST,

AND A TICKET TO LEAVE THIS BAR.

I’M GOIN’ BACK TO SOUTHERN GEORGIA,

NEAR THE TOWN OF ALBANY.

TAKE MY POLE TO THE FISHIN’ HOLE,

AND PICK THE PEACHES FROM THE TREE.