I've been feelin' down in Atlanta

Immobile in Alabam

I'd rather be in traction

Than to be here where I am

Oh, you Georgia red clay

And green Virginia pines

I've got to make it home somehow

Before I lose my mind



So won't you carry me back to California

I've been on the road too long

Take me to the West Coast, daddy

And let me be where I belong



Hey now, Philly, you street city

Been down by the railroad track

I know you can be a sweet city

But I won't soon be back

Haystack towns and smokestack cities

Are nothin' I want to see

My own house on high ground

Is the only place I want to be



So won't you carry me back to California

I've been on the road too long

Take me to the West Coast, daddy

And let me be where I belong