Georgia

Lamps in the windows burning bright
Over in Santa Fe tonight
Full moon shining down along the border
The ground is hard and the night is black
Over here by the railroad tracks
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia

Blue water in the evening sun
Calling me when the day is done
Mama, mama, pray for your son

All of my life I've been told
That the L.A. streets were paved with gold
Fame and fortune waiting to reward you
But it didn't take long to understand
California ain't the promised land
But at least a man's a man in Georgia

Blue skies in the morning and
Green trees and breathing air
A rock-a-bye in my easy chair

Well the St. Mary's river in the Georgia moonlight
Flowing under the bridge for free
The sun comes up through the longleaf pine trees
Over around the Kingsland ridge
I may be here but my mind is still
About ninety miles north of Jacksonville

Well I may not make it it's a long old road
But mama I've paid all the debts I owe
And if I don't you know they're going to find me trying
They took my songs and they took my soul
They made me hard and they made me old
Hell I've just been born but I feel just like I'm dying

Blue water in the evening sun
Calling me when the day is done
Mama, mama, pray for your son