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 that you can be a sweet city But I won't soon be back Haystack towns and smokestown 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, let me be where I belong Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah