Standing on this mountain
Looking over Frisco
At the break of day
Takes my mind back to Georgia
Many years ago
But I was just a babe
Papa plowed the fields
And we'd walk way high
In the fresh plowed ground
With no shoes
Ain't no resemblance
Between Frisco and Georgia
But the morning dew
There was Sister Sally
And I
Just a swing
On our old rubber tire swing
While me and Brother Charlie
Headed down through
The canyons
To fish at Mercer Street
Later on in the afternoon
We'd go picking peaches
And sing a song or two
Yes we would
Yes I'm looking out at Frisco
With my eyes full of Georgia morning dew
Then all of a sudden
Seems we grew up
Had to go out in the world
Sister Sally married John Coleman
Brother married Tom Brown's oldest son
And then I saw





and miles
About 20


But then I got on by

Pickin' up my stocks
epidéas about money
Custom made shoes
The only eyes look down
I counted fifty dollars to cover the frisco morning dew
On my way to work this morning I knew I had had all I could take
Workin' my heart out for pieces of paper called me
So I came up to this mountain to figure out just what I'm gonna do
Yes, dear, and you know I think Monday morning gonna find me standin'
In Georgia morning dew, you know it will
Hey, Monday morning gonna find me standin' in Georgia morning dew
Talkin' bout my Georgia y'all, listen
Monday morning gonna find me standin' in my Georgia morning dew
Here I come, I'm goin' home
Monday morning gonna find me standin' in my Georgia morning dew
Talkin' bout my Georgia y'all, listen
Monday morning gonna find me standin' in my Georgia morning dew
Here I come, I'm goin' home
Monday morning gonna find me standin' in my Georgia morning dew