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Back to Georgia

Well I'm goin back to Georgia babe

I'm goin headin back to my home

My bags are all packed and I ain't lookin back

I'm goin never more to roam

Spent some time in Texas son

I danced with the rose of San Antone

Sure as I'm born

that ol' rose was full of thorns

I left her and set out on my own

Got a taste of Louisiana

When I was livin down in New Orleans

Those Creole queens got spice

but I'd rather have me a slice

of a big ol' sweet Georgia peach

so I'm goin back to Georgia babe

I'm goin headin back to my home

My bags are all packed and I ain't lookin back

I'm goin never more to roam

Rambled on through Kansas

To see what their crops might yield

Hung around a while

but corn fed ain't my style

I left them there grazing in the field

Heard the soft sound of a sirens call

when I was passin through Tennessee

was a beautiful sound I heard

but when I listened to the words

they was just naggin at me

so I'm goin back to Georgia babe

I'm goin headin back to my home

My bags are all packed and I ain't lookin back

I'm goin never more to roam

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