Georgia Bound Songtext
von Blind Blake

Packin′ up my duffel, gonna leave this town
Packin' up my duffel, gonna leave this town
And I′m gonna hustle to catch that train southbound

I got the Georgia blues for the plowin' mule
I got the Georgia blues for the plowin' mule
Walked out my shoes over this ice and snow


Tune up the fiddle, dust the cat and bowl
Tune up the fiddle, dust the cat and bowl
Put on the griddle and open the cabin door

I thought I was goin′ to the Northland to stay
I thought I was goin′ to the Northland to stay
South is on my mind, my blues won't go away

Potatoes in the ashes, possum in the stove
Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove
You can have the hash but please leave me the clothes

Chicken on the roots, babe, watermelon on the vine
Chicken on the roots, babe, watermelon on the vine
I′ll be glad to get back to that Georgia gal of mine