Georgia Morning Dew

Standing on this mountain
 looking over L.A.
 at the break of day
 Takes my mind back to Georgia
 many years ago
 When I was just a baby
 Papa plowed the fields and we'd walk behind
 In the fresh plowed ground with no shoes
 No, and no resemblence between L.A. and Gerogia
 but the morning dew
 There was sister sally and "swinging all night oh rubber tied suede"
 While me and brother Charlies headed down thorugh "Kaney woods"
 to fish in Mercy stream
 Later on in the afternoon
 we'd go picking peaches and sing a song or two
 Yes, I'm looking out at L.A.
 with my eyes full of Georgia morning dew
 Then all of a sudden it seemed we'd grown up
 and had to go out in the world
 Sister Sally married John Coal
 And brother married Tom Brown's oldest girl
 But me, I had big ideas about money
 and coustom made shoes
 Now, lonely eyes look down 50 dollar's covered in L.A. morning dew
 But on my way to work this morning
 I knew I had all I could take
 Working my heart out for pieces of paper
 called pay
 So I came up to this mountain
 to figure out what I'm gonna do
 And you know?
 I thing Monday's morning's gonna find me standing
 in the Georgia morning dew
 I thing Monday's morning's gonna find me standing
 in the Georgia morning dew