Georgia Morning Dew

Standing on this mountain Looking over L.A. At the break of day Takes my mind back to Georgia Many years ago When I was just a baby Papa plowed the fields and we'd walk behind In the fresh plowed ground with no shoes No, and no resemblence between L.A. and Gerogia But the morning dew There was sister sally and "swinging all night oh rubber tied suede" While me and brother Charlies headed down thorugh "Kaney woods" To fish in Mercy stream Later on in the afternoon We'd go picking peaches and sing a song or two Yes, I'm looking out at L.A. With my eyes full of Georgia morning dew Then all of a sudden it seemed we'd grown up And had to go out in the world Sister Sally married John Coal And brother married Tom Brown's oldest girl But me, I had big ideas about money And coustom made shoes Now, lonely eyes look down 50 dollar's covered in L.A. morning dew But on my way to work this morning I knew I had all I could take Working my heart out for pieces of paper Called pay So I came up to this mountain To figure out what I'm gonna do And you know? I thing Monday's morning's gonna find me standing In the Georgia morning dew I thing Monday's morning's gonna find me standing In the Georgia morning dew