Georgia Morning Dew

[Verse 1]
Standing on this mountain
Looking over LA
At the break of day
Takes my mind back to Georgia
Many years ago
When I was just a babe
Papa'd plow up the fields
And we'd walk behind
In the fresh-plowed ground with no shoes
No, ain't no resemblance between LA and Georgia
But the morning dew

[Verse 2]
There was Sister Sally Anne
Swingin' on out
Ol' rubber tire swing
While me and brother Charlie headed down through Kannywoods
To fish in Mercy Stream
Later on in the afternoon
We'd go pickin' peaches
And sing a song or two
Yes, I'm lookin' out at LA
With my eyes full of Georgia morning dew

[Verse 3]
And all of a sudden it seems we grew up
And had to go out in the world
Sister Sally married John Coal
And brother married Tom Brown's oldest girl
Oh, but me, I had big ideas about money
Oh, and custom-made shoes
Now lonely eyes are down to fifty dollars covered
With LA mornin' dew
But on my way to work this morning
I knew I had all I could take
Working my heart out for pieces of paper called pay
So I came up to this mountain
To figure out what I'm gonna do
And you know
I think Monday morning's gonna find me standing
In the Georgia morning dew
Oh, I think Monday morning's gonna find me standing
In the Georgia morning dew