Back Down South - Larkin Poe

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 south