Dirt Road, Georgia, childhood days
You saw me a way alive
Where I grew up to love a rich girl
Who could never be my wife
And the roses near their mansion
On the cool southern ground
She cut a memory into mine
But I had to leave that town
Dirt poor backwoods I was raised
And the law man's coming round
Mama said I raised a good boy
But he burned the sawmill down
It's been years since I left Georgia
And I left there on the run
They say her daddy's still in a rage
Over what I've done
But he's shouting me for loving her
Thought he'd run me out of town
But it ain't until the morning light
That I burned his sawmill down
I still love that long-haired girl
And there's a price tag on my head
Her daddy owns a county lawn
If I go back there, I'm dead
So I just dream of southern roses
And miss the glove we found
Lord, I wish I'd never been born poor
Or burned the sawmill down
It's been years since I left Georgia
And I left there on the run
They say her daddy's still in a rage
Over what I've done
But he's shouting me for loving her
Thought he'd run me out of town
But it ain't until the morning light
That I burned his sawmill down
Dirk, poor backwoods, I was raised
Now the lawman's coming round
Mama said I raised a good boy
But he burned the sawmill down
Mama said I raised a good boy
But he burned the sawmill down