Gerogia Bound - Blind Blake

Packing up my duffel, gonna leave this town

Packing up my duffel, gonna leave this town

And I’m gonna hustle to catch that train southbound

Got the Georgia blues for the plow and hoe

Got the Georgia blues for the plow and hoe

Walked out my shoes over this ice and snow

Tune up the fiddle, dust off the bow

Tune up the fiddle, dust off the bow

Put on the griddle, and open up the cabin door

I thought I was going to the north land to stay

I thought I was going to the north land to stay

South is on my mind, my blues won’t go away

Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove

Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove

You can have the hash, but leave it on the clove

Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine

Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine

I’ll be glad to get back, to that Georgia gal of mine