| My Granddaddy was raised up in the hills, in '29 he came down
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| He used to ride to Atlanta, got a job in a Cotton Mill
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| But everybody called it Cabbagetown
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| Oh-Oh-Oh, Cabbagetown
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| The handpainted sign said Cabbagetown
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| He met my Grandma, when she was just sixteen
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| They’d spin Old No. 7, on the second floor
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| They grew a little garden, they started a family
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| They owed all their pay, to the Ray Jay store
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| Oh-Oh-Oh, Cabbagetown
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| Never been out of Cabbagetown
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| Oh-Oh-Oh, Cabbagetown
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| What goes up, will come down
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| When they finally closed, the shadows fell
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| Covered Cabbagetown, like a dirty vail.
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| Woke up this morning, my eyes were filled with tears
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| I was dreaming of Grandpa, in forty some odd years
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| Now the mountains call to me, a lonely soulful sound
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| Once I leave here, I ain’t coming back to Cabbagetown
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| Oh-Oh-Oh, Cabbagetown
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| You better stay away, when the sun goes down
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| Oh-Oh-Oh, Cabbagetown
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| I’m never goin' back to Cabbagetown
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| No, I’m never goin' back to Cabbagetown
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| Ah, one more time, I’m never goin' back to Cabbagetown…
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| No, No |