Miss those Georgia Pineywoods Wonder if they miss me Lonesome for those Pineywoods Ancient home of the Creek and the Cherokee and me I was born in the Georgia Pineywoods Fifteen miles to the grocery store No T.V., no gold plated shiney goods Cracked linoleum on the floor We had cows in the back fields grazin' Chickens cacklin' out in the pen Life was good but it's amazin' How I didn't see that back then. * Refrain When I looked for Indian arrowheads I was happy as Borden's cow I've lost all my Indian arrowheads They ain't no good to me here no how. I get paid now by the hour And lead my typical suburb life Got credit cards and buyin' power And I owe more money than Caesar's wife * Refrain