Larkin Poe, Tyler Bryant - Back Down South lyrics
[Larkin Poe, Tyler Bryant - Back Down South lyrics]
The trees down in Georgia
Grow as tall as a cross
Where Little Richard was singin'
Where rock 'n roll learned to walk
Country blues in a bottle
Get those tubes runnin' hot
'Til the serpents start hissin'
"Y'all, let me out of this box"
Streets of gold ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket
By the pearly gates when my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Send me back down south
Sweet Carolina from the north to the south
Where those reapers be hot
And they put those tears in your mouth
Papa's got a new bag he gave it to Mr brown
And Charlie got him a fiddle
Before the devil went down
Streets of gold ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket
By the pearly gates when my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Send me back down south
Way down in Macon put your ear to the ground
Where the Brothers are sleepin'
And you can still hear the sound
Of a band that was singin'
About a sky that was blue
They sang it for me
And now I sing it for you
Streets of gold ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket
By the pearly gates when my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Those streets of gold
Ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket
By the pearly gates when my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south back down south
Hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hmm
Grow as tall as a cross
Where Little Richard was singin'
Where rock 'n roll learned to walk
Country blues in a bottle
Get those tubes runnin' hot
'Til the serpents start hissin'
"Y'all, let me out of this box"
Streets of gold ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket
By the pearly gates when my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Send me back down south
Sweet Carolina from the north to the south
Where those reapers be hot
And they put those tears in your mouth
Papa's got a new bag he gave it to Mr brown
And Charlie got him a fiddle
Before the devil went down
Streets of gold ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket
By the pearly gates when my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Send me back down south
Way down in Macon put your ear to the ground
Where the Brothers are sleepin'
And you can still hear the sound
Of a band that was singin'
About a sky that was blue
They sang it for me
And now I sing it for you
Streets of gold ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket
By the pearly gates when my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Those streets of gold
Ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket
By the pearly gates when my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south back down south
Hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hmm