Miss those Georgia Pineywoods
Wonder if they miss me
Lonesome for those Pineywoods
Ancient home of the Cree, and the Cherokee, and me
I was born in the Georgia Pineywoods
Fifteen miles to the grocery store
No T.V. or gold-plated shiny goods
Cracked old linoleum on the floor
Well, we had cows in the back fields grazing
Chickens a-crowing out in the pen
Life was good but it's amazing
How I couldn't see that back then
Miss those Georgia Pineywoods
Wonder if they miss me
Lonesome for those Pineywoods
Ancient home of the Cree, and the Cherokee, and me
Well, when I looked for Indian arrowheads
I was happy as Borden's cow
I've lost all my Indian arrowheads
Ain't no good to me here no how
Well, I get paid now by the hour
And lead my typical suburb life
Got credit cards and buying power
And I owe more money than Caesar's wife
Miss those Georgia Pineywoods
Wonder if they miss me
Lonesome for those Pineywoods
Ancient home of the Cree, and the Cherokee, and me