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 messin' around
If I ever get back to Georgia
I'm gonna nail my feet to the ground.

--- Instrumental ---

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
There'll be no messin' around
If I ever get back to Georgia
I'm gonna nail my feet to the ground.

--- Instrumental ---

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
There'll be no messin' around
If I ever get back to Georgia
I'm gonna nail my feet to the ground...