Lyrics:

It was a rainy Wednesday morning
That's the day that I was born in
That old sharecroppers one room country shack
They say my mama left me the day before she had me
They say she hit the road and never once looked back
Well I'd just like to mention
My old grandma's pension
Is the reason that I'm standing here today
I got all my country learning, milking and a churning,
Picking cotton, raising hell and baling hay

CHORUS
I've been to Georgia on a fast train honey
I was'nt born no yesterday
I got a good Christian raising
I got an eighth grade education
Ain't no need of ya all treating me this way

Well sweet Carolina
I don't guess I'll ever find
Another woman put together like you are
Well with your wiggle and your walkin'
And your fancy city talking
And your brand new shiny Plymouth ragtop car
Well it's hurry up and wait
In the world of give and take
It seems like haste makes for waste every time
I do declare to my soul
When you see aces roll
You know I'm going to get my share of mine

REPEAT CHORUS 3 TIMES