Dirt Road, Georgia, childhood daysYou saw me a way aliveWhere I grew up to love a rich girlWho could never be my wifeAnd the roses near their mansionOn the cool southern groundShe cut a memory into mineBut I had to leave that townDirt poor backwoods I was raisedAnd the law man's coming roundMama said I raised a good boyBut he burned the sawmill downIt's been years since I left GeorgiaAnd I left there on the runThey say her daddy's still in a rageOver what I've doneBut he's shouting me for loving herThought he'd run me out of townBut it ain't until the morning lightThat I burned his sawmill downI still love that long-haired girlAnd there's a price tag on my headHer daddy owns a county lawnIf I go back there, I'm deadSo I just dream of southern rosesAnd miss the glove we foundLord, I wish I'd never been born poorOr burned the sawmill downIt's been years since I left GeorgiaAnd I left there on the runThey say her daddy's still in a rageOver what I've doneBut he's shouting me for loving herThought he'd run me out of townBut it ain't until the morning lightThat I burned his sawmill downDirk, poor backwoods, I was raisedNow the lawman's coming roundMama said I raised a good boyBut he burned the sawmill downMama said I raised a good boyBut he burned the sawmill down