Take me back to Cabbagetown Where I used to live in a little house on Wylie street I wanna to be where folks are folks Neighbors helping neighbors make ends meet Iv'e been to San Francisco Worked in old St. Lou But I want to hang with friends And eat some Georgia bar 'b' cue In Cabbagetown, Cabbagetown Gotta get back to Cabbagetown The music that they play there is out of site, alright I know a little place to go Where the band is cook'n every night I almost starved in Boston Froze to death in Maine But this old boy's gonna be alright When I get off that train In Cabbagetown, Cabbagetown Ahhh play me one Johnny On my way to Cabbagetown I know Sheila's gonna treat me fine, so fine The first stop that I make will be To pick us up a jug of homemade wine She'll be surprised to see me Might pass out on the floor When she hears that familiar sound Of me at her back door In Cabbagetown, Cabbagetown Ahh take me back to Cabbagetown Gotta get back to Cabbagetown I left my heart in Cabbagetown, Woo Gotta get back to Cabbagetown Ohh Cabbagetown, sweet, sweet, Cabbagetown Gotta get back to Cabbagetown Gotta get back to Cabbagetown Yeah, take me back to Cabbagetown