GEORGIA (ROOTS) Songtext
von Niko Moon

Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through
(The whole day through)
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
(Georgia on my mind)

(Georgia) on my mind
Think ′bout (Georgia) day and night
Wanna get that red clay back on these boots
I miss them (Georgia) southern skies
And them (Georgia) endless pines
Think it's time I take it back to my roots
I been out here on the road, I know (I know)
I′ll be coming home to you
(Comin' home to you, yeah)

Thousand miles from where I was raised
Thinking back on the good ol' days
Creekside with the bonfire burning
Out in the woods while the world kept turning (whoo)


Right now, we can hit the road
Southbound, where they talk real slow
Lil′ Georgia peach hotter than a heatwave
Waffle House after church every Sunday

Where sweet tea′s sweeter than my mama's pecan pie
Way down on that Chattahoochee like I′m 'bout to wet that line

Daddy
Yeah, sweet pea?
Tell me about where you′re from
Ha-ha, alright

(Georgia) on my mind
Think 'bout (Georgia) day and night
Wanna get that red clay back on these boots (call my home)
I miss them (Georgia) Southern skies
And them (Georgia) endless pines
Think it′s time I take it back to my roots (back to my roots)
I been out here on the road, I know (I know)
I'll be coming home to you
Hey (coming home to you, baby)

Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams, I see
Yeah, the road leads back to you


Where sweet tea's sweeter than my mama′s pecan pie
I′ll be cheering on them dawgs when they hit that one-yard line

(Georgia) on my mind
Think 'bout (Georgia) day and night
Wanna get that red clay back on these boots (get that red clay back)
′Cause I miss them (Georgia) Southern skies (oh, I miss them)
And them (Georgia) endless pines (oh, I miss them)
Think it's time I take it back to my roots (back to my roots)
I been out here on that road, I know (oh, I know)
Yeah, I′ve been out here on that road, I know
Baby, I'll be coming home to you

Georgia, oh yeah
Oh, I′ll be coming home

I'm just gonna sayin'
Here in Georgia, you got southern hospitality
People sayin′, "yes, ma′am," "no, ma'am"
They′re holdin' the door open for ya
If you′re sick, Miss Betty at church
She's gonna bring you a casserole
It could be a chicken casserole, sweet potato casserole, a squash casserole
It′s gonna be some type of casserole
But that's stuff's gonna be unbelievable
Because that′s her grandmama′s recipe

See you soon