Back Down South

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The trees down in Georgia Grow as tall as a cross Where Little Richard was singin' Where rock 'n roll learned to walk Country blues in a bottle Get those tubes runnin' hot 'Til the serpents start hissin' "Y'all, let me out of this box" [Chorus] Streets of gold Ain't that red dirt clay Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates When my race is run Hear that angel sound May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south Send me back down south [Verse 2] Sweet Carolina From the north to the south Where those reapers be hot And they put those tears in your mouth Papa's got a new bag He gave it to Mr. Brown And Charlie got him a fiddle Before the devil went down [Chorus] Streets of gold Ain't that red dirt clay Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates When my race is run Hear that angel sound May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south Send me back down south [Bridge] Way down in Macon Put your ear to the ground Where the Brothers are sleepin' And you can still hear the sound Of a band that was singin' About a sky that was blue They sang it for me And now I sing it for you [Chorus] Streets of gold Ain't that red dirt clay Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates When my race is run Hear that angel sound May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south Those streets of gold Ain't that red dirt clay Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates When my race is run Hear that angel sound May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south [Outro] May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south Back down south Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm