Out across that county bridge that old gondola rolls Hauling down to Birmingham that dirty half slag coal I should let it take me come sunshine rain or drought Just like the cirlce says, The Southern serves the south Hardships and trouble, you know that I've got some I'm getting older every day, I'm a fair weather bum Come all you good people now, It's just about time To catch a slow train through Georgia and ease my troubled mind Thirty miles an hour, she's just rolling down the line Rusty rails and red clay trails through the long leaf pines Any place there's sunshine, that's where I want to be And its sunshine southern special won't you roll me to the sea Chorus I'll live my life out day by day, somewhere down the track Come on gal my old pal, you know we won't look back I'll take down this old guitar, I'll play her every day And let that slow train though Georgia roll my blues away.
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