| Packing up my duffel, gonna leave this town
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| Packing up my duffel, gonna leave this town
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| And I’m gonna hustle to catch that train southbound
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| Got the Georgia blues for the plow and hoe
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| Got the Georgia blues for the plow and hoe
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| Walked out my shoes over this ice and snow
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| Tune up the fiddle, dust off the bow
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| Tune up the fiddle, dust off the bow
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| Put on the griddle, and open up the cabin door
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| I thought I was going to the north land to stay
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| I thought I was going to the north land to stay
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| South is on my mind, my blues won’t go away
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| Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove
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| Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove
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| You can have the hash, but leave it on the clove
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| Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine
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| Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine
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| I’ll be glad to get back, to that Georgia gal of mine |