The trees down In georgia grow as tall as a cross
When little richard was singing we're rocking roller
Noah country blues In a bottle
Get those tools running hot
Till the serpents start hitting y'all
Let me out of this bar
Streets are going ain't that red dark clay
Leave some peaches and a basket by the pearly gates
When my race Is running hear that angel sound
May the good moon show me blessing
Send me back down south
Yeah back down south
Sweet carolina from the north to the south
Where those reapers be held
And they put those tears In your mouth
Papa's got a new bag he gave It to mister brown
And charlie got him a bitter before the devil went down
Streets of gold ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches and a basket by the pearly gates
When my race Is rarely hear that angel sound
Make a comment show me less than me
Back downtown yeah send me back down south
Way down the making
Put your ear to the ground
Where the brothers are sleeping and you can stand
I still hear the sound of a band that was singing
About a sky that was blue
They sang It for me and now I'll sing It for you
You're my blue sky you're my sunny day
Don't you know It makes me high
When you turn your love my way
Turn your love my way come on
You're my blue sky and you're my sunny day
Lord you know It makes me high
When you turn your love my way
Turn your love my way
I said turn your love my way
The omen brother
Streets are gold ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches In a basket by the pearly gates
Win that races run hear that angel sound
May the good lord show me mercy
Send me back down to me
If the streets of gold ain't that red growing pain
Leave some peaches In a basket by the pearly gates
When my race Is run without angel sound
May the good lord show me mercy
Send me back downtown
May the good lord show me mercy
Back downs out
I'm In a room
But show me versus In the backgrounds out
Back downside
