Original lyrics

EN

I've been feelin' down in Atlanta Immobile in Alabam I'd rather be in traction Than to be here where I am Oh, you Georgia red clay And green Virginia pines I've got to make it home somehow Before I lose my mind So won't you carry me back to California I've been on the road too long Take me to the West Coast, daddy And let me be where I belong Hey now, Philly, you street city Been down by the railroad track I know you can be a sweet city But I won't soon be back Haystack towns and smokestack cities Are nothin' I want to see My own house on high ground Is the only place I want to be So won't you carry me back to California I've been on the road too long Take me to the West Coast, daddy And let me be where I belong