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Thru the country side by cornfields I go 60 miles from Atlanta ya know
Waits a place I always go in my dreams very special

Down the dusty road I can’t wait to see that old wooden house beneath pecan trees
Smell of cornbread drifting on the breeze makes my mouth water I can taste it now

I’m going back to the old homestead back to Georgia, the dirt so red
You wake up ready for that down home cooking and country hospitality
Home in Georgia

Oak trees standing proud beneath blue skies in the distance white tail softly cries
Brood of gobblers under whispering pine it’s natures wonder amazing all the time

Big Mama’s garden was the talk of the town people would come and look from miles all around
In wide eyed wonder when they drank in the sight they’d all be smelling brightening up like light

I’m going back to the old Homestead back to Georgia, the dirt so red
You wake up ready for that down home cooking and country hospitality
Home in Georgia

I’m going back to the old Homestead back to Georgia, the dirt so red
You wake up ready for that down home cooking and country hospitality

Home in Georgia
Home in Georgia
Home in Georgia