Letras
I drove to Alvaton to see my pop's home
They were seven in a one room country shack
He picked cotton for exactly one day
Then he caught the train and he never looked back
He went off to fight in the great war
In Germany and France and Italy
He said Paris is nice but I missed the swaying pines
Georgia clay must run in my bloodstream
He worked at Georgia Tech and at the steel mill
Bought a craftsman house at 14th Street
We'd walk down the block to the cool corners
And he'd give me fifty cents for something sweet
His brothers came to visit on the weekends
And granny moved into the spare bedroom
We'd have supper almost every Sunday
Then sit on the porch and watch the rising moon
When people say that I should move to Nashville
I smile and nod and drift on down the street
My family has been here for three hundred years
And there's no place else I would rather be
Georgia clay must run in my bloodstream