I was born at the foot of Stone Mountain,
in the Chattahoochee valley,up on Red Dirt Hill.
Just chunk a rock from the Georgia line,
if I had a lick of sense,I'd be livin there still.

My people wove the cloth in your denim jeans,
now they just make plans that they can't keep.
A big city slicker went & sold their dream,
now they spend their time tryin to make ends meet.
Weavers & dauphers, they were workin hard,
pullin double shifts & doin fine.
Til a banker & a lawyer caught em off their guard,
now they spend time in the unemployment line.

I was born at the foot of Stone Mountain,
in the Chattahoochee valley,up on Red Dirt Hill.
Just chunk a rock from the Georgia line,
if I had a lick of sense,I'd be livin there still.

I remember fishin in the Halawaka,
catch about as many as the law abides.
Take a dirt road all the way to nowhere,
slow way to go but a mighty good ride.
Everything from Fairfax to Fredonia,
Langdale, Shawmut, Opelika, Lanett.
Burns like a Plant City church revival,
Its a cob-web of roads that I can't forget.

I was born at the foot of Stone Mountain,
in the Chattahoochee valley,up on Red Dirt Hill.
Just chunk a rock from the Georgia line,
if I had a lick of sense,I'd be livin there still.

Don't know what I'm gonna do when I get there,
All I really know is I gotta go back.
People I know got hit pretty hard,
now they eat from a can, drink from a sack.
People there know how to live off the land,
but you can't buy land with a dollar and change.
You can get a job with a four year degree,
and a ride to Columbus, Opelika, Lagrange.

I was born at the foot of Stone Mountain,
in the Chattahoochee valley,up on Red Dirt Hill.
Just chunk a rock from the Georgia line,
if I had a lick of sense,I'd be livin there still.