The trees down in Georgia Grow as tall as a cross Where Little Richard was singing Where rock n roll learned to walk Country blues in a bottle Get those tubes running hot Til the serpent starts hissing "Y'all let me out of this box"
Streets of gold Ain't that red dirt clay Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates When my race is run Hear that angel sound May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south Send me back down south
Sweet Carolina From the north to the south Where those reapers be hot And they put those tears in your mouth Papa's got a new bag He gave it to Mr. Brown And Charlie got him a fiddle Before the devil went down
Streets of gold Ain't that red dirt clay Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates When my race is run Hear that angel sound May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south Send me back down south
Way down in Macon Put your ear to the ground Where the Brothers are sleeping And you can 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
Streets of gold Ain't that red dirt clay Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates When my race is run Hear that angel sound May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south
Those streets of gold Ain't that red dirt clay Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates When my race is run Hear that angel sound May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south
May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south May the good Lord show me mercy Send me back down south Back down southTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
