Miss those Georgia Pineywoods
Wonder if they miss me
Lonesome for those PineywoodsAncient 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.
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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
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