Well the wind blows cold in New York City Along about the middle of now And I'm telling you I'd be a happy man If I could get away somehow
Cause I'm growing old before my time Finally I see the light But if it costs a dime to get around the world I couldn't get out of sight
But if I ever get back to Georgia There'll be no messing around If I ever get back to Georgia I gonna nail my feet to the ground
(In the cold cold ground)
Well the buildings here in New York City Grow so doggone tall Sometimes you can walk for a couple of days And never see the sun at all
So I left last night I was homeward bound Now I wanna sit and I cry Cause I stuck out my thumb till my thumb got numb And the cars went right on by
But if I ever get back to Georgia There'll be no messing around If I ever get back to Georgia I gonna nail my feet to the ground
(In the cold cold ground)
Well I guess my time in New York City Hasn't been a total waste Cause I met a little girl from a social world I really put her in her place
When she sold me half of the Brooklyn Bridge I hung around just for spite And I played this part till I won her heart And I bought the other half last night
But if I ever get back to Georgia There'll be no messing around If I ever get back to Georgia I gonna nail my feet to the ground
But if I ever get back to Georgia There'll be no messing around If I ever get back to Georgia I gonna nail my feet to the ground
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