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.