Stonewall Jackson - Poor Red Georgia Dirt lyrics

Had a little gal way down in Alabamy She grew up my son to be your mammy She's the one that brought you in this world To this red old poorly Georgia dirt Living on this poor red Georgia dirt So my son if you'll be sayin' goodbye First you go and tell your mama just why She don't know no other life but hurt Livin' on this poor red Georgia dirt Livin' on this poor red Georgia dirt These old boards in this old house is gone But you mammy she still loves you son Think of all the things her tired old hands have done So my son you go and find your mammy That little girl I found in Alabamy But somehow I can't think which is worse Your leaving home and running off from her Or staying on this poor red Georgia dirt