Blind Blake - Georgia Bound lyrics

Packing up my duffel, gonna leave this town Packing up my duffel, gonna leave this town And I'm gonna hustle to catch that train southbound Got the Georgia blues for the plow and hoe Got the Georgia blues for the plow and hoe Walked out my shoes over this ice and snow Tune up the fiddle, dust off the bow Tune up the fiddle, dust off the bow Put on the griddle, and open up the cabin door I thought I was going to the north land to stay I thought I was going to the north land to stay South is on my mind, my blues won't go away Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove You can have the hash, but leave it on the clove Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine I'll be glad to get back, to that Georgia gal of mine