Georgia Piney Woods

Miss those Georgia Pineywoods
 Wonder if they miss me
 Lonesome for those Pineywoods
 Ancient home of the Creek and the Cherokee and me
 I was born in the Georgia Pineywoods
 Fifteen miles to the grocery store
 No T.V., no gold plated shiney goods
 Cracked linoleum on the floor
 We had cows in the back fields grazin'
 Chickens cacklin' out in the pen
 Life was good but it's amazin'
 How I didn't see that back then.
 * Refrain
 When I looked for Indian arrowheads
 I was happy as Borden's cow
 I've lost all my Indian arrowheads
 They ain't no good to me here no how.
 I get paid now by the hour
 And lead my typical suburb life
 Got credit cards and buyin' power
 And I owe more money than Caesar's wife
 * Refrain