Lyrics:

Well, the wind blows cold in New York City along about the middle of now
And I'm telling you I'd be a happy man if I could get away somehow
'Cause I'm growing old before my time, finally I see the light
But if it costs a dime to get around the world, I couldn't get out of sight
But if I ever get back to Georgia, there'll be no messin' around
If I ever get back to Georgia, I'm gonna nail my feet to the ground

Well, the buildings here in New York City grow so doggone tall
Sometimes you can walk for a couple of days and never see the sun at all
So I left last night, I was homeward-bound, now I wanna sit and I cry
'Cause I stuck out my thumb 'til my thumb got numb, and the cars went right on by
But if I ever get back to Georgia, there'll be no messin' around
If I ever get back to Georgia, I'm gonna nail my feet to the ground

Well, I guess my time in New York City hasn't been a total waste
'Cause I met a little girl from a social world, and really put her in her place
When she sold me half of the Brooklyn Bridge, I hung around just for spite
And I played this part until I won her heart, and I bought the other half last night
But if I ever get back to Georgia, there'll be no messin' around
If I ever get back to Georgia, I'm gonna nail my feet to the ground