Georgia Bound

Packing up my duffel, gonna leave this town
 Packing up my duffel, gonna leave this town
 And I'm gonna hustle to catch that train southbound
 Got the Georgia blues for the plow and hoe
 Got the Georgia blues for the plow and hoe
 Walked out my shoes over this ice and snow
 Tune up the fiddle, dust off the bow
 Tune up the fiddle, dust off the bow
 Put on the griddle, and open up the cabin door
 I thought I was going to the north land to stay
 I thought I was going to the north land to stay
 South is on my mind, my blues won't go away
 Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove
 Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove
 You can have the hash, but leave it on the clove
 Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine
 Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine
 I'll be glad to get back, to that Georgia gal of mine