"Watermelon Time In Georgia" lyrics

"Watermelon Time In Georgia"

Thank you Detroit you treated me good
But I've been here longer than I should
I enjoyed the money but I miss my honey so
One thing's on my mind it's watermelon time in Georgia

Well, it makes a country boy get down in the mouth
When his body's livin' north but his heart's down south
I said I'd be back I'd better make some tracks today
Lawdy I gotta go it's watermelon time in Georgia

Daddy's sittin' in the sun keeps the fish from having fun
My old coon dog is a wantin' to run
And I can't reach my little Georgia peach too soon
One thing's on my mind it's watermelon time in Georgia

So long Detroit so long friends
If you're ever down in Macon won't you please stop in
And meet the little girl that's always been my whole world
Well, I'm leaving today it's watermelon time in Georgia


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