It wasn't so long ago I carried my wooden drums
Down to the city to see what I couldn't get for 'em
I was riding out in search of companions
I was riding out for the Georgia plains
Well you know my friends they all fell through
My plans broke down, too stifled to come on through
And there was no reason left for me to stay
Figured I'd try my luck way down in the Georgia plains
Now I'm rolling rolling down
With that golden smoke all wrapped up in my head
And I'm holding holding on
The words taught me when I was young I'll carry to my bed
Made it up to Kansas playing for pennies and a boozed up crowd
But the going was tough, not a buck to keep my worries down
The sky was so much drier here than the hills where I once played
So I set off past the canyons to set my sights on the Georgia plains
Found myself broke down somewhere on a lone highway
Got talking to a man sold his revolution for a weekend pay
I asked him where I'm going, said where nobody's ever stayed
And I hitched my heart and my engine for the Georgia plains
Now I'm rolling rolling down
Don't even know if I can make it down this way
And I'm holding holding on
The words taught me when I was young down the Georgia plains
