l miss that red clay, Lawd, l
Need to feel it in my shoes.
Says miss that red clay, Lawd, l
Need to feel it in my shoes.
l want to get to Georgia cause l
Got thern red clay blues.

Pavement's hard on my feet, I'm
Tired o' this concrete street.
Pavement's hard on my feet, I'm
Tired o' this city street.
Goin' back to Georgia where
That red clay can't be beat.

l want to tramp in the red mud, Lawd, and
Feel the red clay round my toes.
l want to wade in that red mud,
Feel that red clay suckin' at my toes.
l want my litfle farm back and l
Don't care where that landlord goes.

l want to be in Ceorgia, when the
Big storm starts to blow.
Yes, l want to be in Georgia when that
Big storm starts to blow.
l want to see the landlords runnin' cause I
Wonder where they gorma go!

l got thern red clay blues.