Georgia Bound
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Packing up my duffel1, 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 hoe2
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 griddle3, 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, possum4 on the stove
Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove
You can have the hash5, but leave it on the clove6
Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine7
Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine
I'll be glad to get back, to that Georgia gal of mine
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