Here's another song we'd
like to do for you,
one that comes from way
down in Georgia.
It's called the Georgia Piney Woods.
I was born in the
Georgia piney woods,
fifteen miles from the grocery store,
no TV or gold plate, china goods,
cracked linoleum on the floor.
We had cows in the backfield grazing,
chickens a -cacking out in the pen.
Life was good,
but it's amazing
how I couldn't see that back then
Miss those Georgia Pineywoods,
wonder if they miss me
Lonesome for those Pineywoods,
ancient home of the free
And the Cherokee
and me
Now the next voice ain't mine,
I don't want to claim it,
so this is Doyle Singer.
When I looked for Indian arrowheads,
I was happy as Borden's cow.
He belongs to a strong union.
Indian arrowheads,
they don't leave me here, no.
Sing it, Doyle, sing it!
I get paid now by the hour.
Leave my typical suburb life.
Got credit cards and buying power
And I owe more and more
than the Caesars now
Miss those Georgia Pottywoods
Why do they play Miss Me?
Oh, so are those Pottywoods
Ancient home of the free
And the Cherokee
And me
Oh, I was waiting for
the applause
was never that good in the studio of RSL.