Well, the wind blows cold in New York City
Along about the middle of now
And I'm telling you, I'd be a happy man
If I could get away somehow
'Cause I'm growing old before my time
Finally I see the light
But if it costs a dime, to get around the world
I couldn't get out of sight
But if I ever get back to Georgia
There'll be no messing around
If I ever get back to Georgia
I'm gonna nail my feet to the ground
Well, the buildings here in New York City
Grow so doggone tall
Sometimes you can walk for a couple of days
And never see the sun at all
So I left last night I was homeward bound
Now I wanna sit and I cry
'Cause I stuck out my thumb, till my thumb got numb
And the cars went right on by
But if I ever get back to Georgia
Well, I guess my time in New York City
Hasn't been a total waste
'Cause I met a little girl from a social world
And really put her in her place
When she sold me half of the Brooklyn Bridge
I hung around just for spite
And I played this part till I won her heart
And I bought the other half last night
But if I ever get back to Georgia