Everybody’s got their little slice of heaven
Mine’s in the Georgia pines
Seven miles east of a wildcat creek
If your blanket’ll pass you by
Granddaddy walked barefoot up and down this road
Now I am, too.
I’m learning how to live, walking this dirt
where he was walking to school
won’t you
where roots deep
Strong that tree
you’re running in blood, in bones
I am, where I stand
On road
There’s of us the table at supper time
Now I’m states away
But still right when I close eyes
Still trying to that fence
Or a swing
Number was the place where I was raised
Now I’m picking this six string
won’t you
where roots deep
Strong that tree
you’re running in blood, in bones
I am, where I stand
On road
Everybody’s got their little slice of heaven
Mine’s in the Georgia pines
won’t you
where roots deep
Strong that tree
you’re running in blood, in bones
I am, where I stand
On road
won’t you
Number won’t you
Won’t you
Number won’t you
Won’t you
Take home, down the country road
