I've been feelin' down in Atlanta, immobile in Alabama
I'd rather be in traction than to be here where I am
Oh you Georgia red clay and green Virginia pines
I 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 a smokestack cities are nothin' I want to see
My own house on a high ground is the only place I want to be