Lyrics

She said she was leaving So I went to follow Blind love and I-55 got me here Dirty old salt truck In the smog before me And dear old Dixie back in the rearview mirror Got a third-story walk-up With a view of the alley A mailroom job that isn't all glamour and fun The woman I came for Is gone to another And now my feet are just too planted to run (Chorus) There's no Carolina Moon over Chicago No bluegrass growin' out in my backyard No fields of sugarcane, no soft Virginia rain But damn, if this livin' ain't Georgia Hard Down on Halsted The women walk by me Like they can tell I haven't got a dollar to spare So it's into a side street For a beer and a sad song I guess some things Are the same most everywhere (Chorus) There's no Carolina Moon over Chicago No bluegrass growin' out in my backyard No fields of sugarcane, no soft Virginia rain But damn, if this livin' ain't Georgia Hard (solo) So please, Mr. Conwell Could you except the charges? When I told you "A cold day in Macon", I lied And if your pecan trees still need a-shakin' I'll be back a-beggin' fast as the grey dog flies (Chorus) There's no Carolina Moon over Chicago No bluegrass growin' out in my backyard No fields of sugarcane, no soft Virginia rain But damn, if this livin' ain't Georgia Hard No fields of sugarcane, no soft Virginia rain But damn, if this livin' ain't Georgia Hard