Back To Georgia

(álbum: Sittin' In - 1971)

My, my, my, my, my

Well, Ophelia
I got a heavy load
Maybe I'll walk on back to Georgia
Feel like a boy who ain't got no home

But come the morning
I'm gonna feel like myself
Gonna call up Doctor Hickcock
And inquire on some help

Cause you can't be afraid and alone all the time
When everything about you is telling you
Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I come from
Going back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I belong

Was a time I would have sold my soul
For a small loaf of mother's cornbread
Maybe even rap with Billy Joe
But come the morning
I'm gonna be on my way
And these blues ain't gonna hold me
Hold me down another day

Cause you can't be afraid and alone all the time
When everything about you is telling you
Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I come from
Going back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I belong

I'm going
Back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I come from
Going back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I belong

Let me go now
Back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I come from
Going back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I belong

Hey, hey, hey, Georgia
Hey, hey, hey, Georgia
Hey, hey, hey, Georgia
Hey, hey, hey, Georgia

Back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I come from
Going back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I belong

Going back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I come from
Going back to Georgia
Back this morning
Back where I belong

Woo!