Born in ole' humid Georgia
Walking barefoot through mud
Back in those days picking cotton
Somehow it was in the blood

Raised poor in wretched Georgia
Walking barefoot through mud
Ten long years cropping "bacca"
Then I left that place for good

Saw my momma choppin' cotton
While Dad drank the "shine" straight
Made up mind leaving next morning
Dad napping hung up in the gate

Jumped a "red eye" to Memphis
Then on to New York City too
Guessing by now a worldly fella'
But still got them ole' Georgia blues

Caught a "red eye" back to Atlanta
Where home I'd stay for good
Now I'm back home choppin' cotton
Walking barefoot through the mud