"GEORGIA (ROOTS)" lyrics
Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
Georgia on my mind
Georgia on my mind
Think 'bout Georgia day and night
Wanna get that red clay back on these boots
I miss them, Georgia southern skies
And them Georgia endless pines
Think it's time I take it back to my roots
I been out here on the road, I know
I'll be coming home to you
Comin' home to you, baby
Thousand miles from where I was raised
Thinking back on the good ol' days
Creekside with the bonfire burning
Out in the woods while the world kept turning
Right now, we can hit the road
Southbound, where they talk real slow
Lil' Georgia peach hotter than a heatwave
Waffle House after church every Sunday
Where sweet tea's sweeter than my mama's pecan pie
Way down on that Chattahoochee like I'm 'bout to wet that line
Daddy
Yeah, sweet pea?
Tell me about where you're from
Ha-ha, alright
Georgia on my mind
Think 'bout Georgia day and night
Wanna get that red clay back on these boots
I miss them, Georgia Southern skies
And them Georgia endless pines
Think it's time I take it back to my roots
I been out here on the road, I know
I'll be coming home to you
Hey, coming home to you, baby
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams, I see
Yeah, the road leads back to you
Where sweet tea's sweeter than my mama's pecan pie
I'll be cheering on them dawgs when they hit that one-yard line
Georgia on my mind
Think 'bout Georgia day and night
Wanna get that red clay back on these boots
Get that red clay back
'Cause I miss them Georgia Southern skies
And them Georgia endless pines
Think it's time I take it back to my roots
I been out here on that road, I know
Oh, I know I've been out here on that road, I know
Baby, I'll be coming home to you
Georgia, oh yeah
Oh, I'll be coming home
I'm just saying
Here in Georgia, you got southern hospitality
People sayin', "Yes, ma'am," "No, ma'am"
They're holdin' the door open for ya
If you're sick, Miss Betty at church
She's gonna bring you a casserole
It could be a chicken casserole
Sweet potato casserole
A squash casserole
It's gonna be some type of casserole
But that's gonna be unbelievable
Because that's her grandmama's recipe
See you soon
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
Georgia on my mind
Georgia on my mind
Think 'bout Georgia day and night
Wanna get that red clay back on these boots
I miss them, Georgia southern skies
And them Georgia endless pines
Think it's time I take it back to my roots
I been out here on the road, I know
I'll be coming home to you
Comin' home to you, baby
Thousand miles from where I was raised
Thinking back on the good ol' days
Creekside with the bonfire burning
Out in the woods while the world kept turning
Right now, we can hit the road
Southbound, where they talk real slow
Lil' Georgia peach hotter than a heatwave
Waffle House after church every Sunday
Where sweet tea's sweeter than my mama's pecan pie
Way down on that Chattahoochee like I'm 'bout to wet that line
Daddy
Yeah, sweet pea?
Tell me about where you're from
Ha-ha, alright
Georgia on my mind
Think 'bout Georgia day and night
Wanna get that red clay back on these boots
I miss them, Georgia Southern skies
And them Georgia endless pines
Think it's time I take it back to my roots
I been out here on the road, I know
I'll be coming home to you
Hey, coming home to you, baby
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams, I see
Yeah, the road leads back to you
Where sweet tea's sweeter than my mama's pecan pie
I'll be cheering on them dawgs when they hit that one-yard line
Georgia on my mind
Think 'bout Georgia day and night
Wanna get that red clay back on these boots
Get that red clay back
'Cause I miss them Georgia Southern skies
And them Georgia endless pines
Think it's time I take it back to my roots
I been out here on that road, I know
Oh, I know I've been out here on that road, I know
Baby, I'll be coming home to you
Georgia, oh yeah
Oh, I'll be coming home
I'm just saying
Here in Georgia, you got southern hospitality
People sayin', "Yes, ma'am," "No, ma'am"
They're holdin' the door open for ya
If you're sick, Miss Betty at church
She's gonna bring you a casserole
It could be a chicken casserole
Sweet potato casserole
A squash casserole
It's gonna be some type of casserole
But that's gonna be unbelievable
Because that's her grandmama's recipe
See you soon
