"When I Went Down To Georgia" lyrics

"When I Went Down To Georgia"

So I went down to Georgia, I was on the fence
About whether I was coming home
And I know now, better than before
I don't know, lord, what I'm looking for

In his red red rocking chair sitting on the porch
Picking as the bottle runs dry
And I go there for the free beer
I don't know lord, what I'm doing here

There's a train waiting as I walk tracks
Freddy a-callin' me
So I climbed on, bottle in my hand
Why I left, lord, I'll never understand

So I took that ride back to Tennessee
Through the dark, the wind, and the rain
I call that a ride, the depths of the wind
Goes to show you just can't win

Singin' oh my Caroline, I never should have left
And you shoulda never stayed with me, gal
And I know now, there's two ways to be
Live in love, or die in misery

Oh when I went down to Georgia, I was on the fence
About whether I was coming home
And I know now, better than before
I don't know, lord, what I'm looking for
And I know now, better than before
I don't know, lord, what I'm looking for


Writer(s): Benjamin Tod Flippo, Nicolas Scott Ridout
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