I've
been to Georgia on a fast train,
honey I wasn't born till yesterday
I got a good Christian raisin'
And an eighth grade education
Ain't no need for y 'all to
treat me this way
On a rainy Wednesday morning
That's the day that I was born
in that old sharecropper's one
-room country shack.
They say my mama left me the
day before she had me,
said she hit the road
and never once looked back.
I just thought I'd mention
my grandma's old -age pension
is the reason why I'm standing here today.
I got all my country learning,
milking and a -churning,
picking cotton, raising cane,
and a -bailing hay.
Well, I've been to Georgia
on a fast train,
honey
I wasn't born, yesterday
I got a good Christian raisin'
And an eighth -grade education
Ain't no needin' y 'all to treat me
this way
Now, sweet Carolina,
I don't guess I'll ever
find another woman
put together like you are.
I like your wiggling, your walking,
and your big city talking,
and your brand new shiny
Plymouth ragtop car.
Well, it's hurry up and wait
in this world of give and take.
It seems like haste,
it makes for waste every time.
I declare to my soul,
when you hear those ages roll
You better know I'm gonna
get my share of mine
Well, it's I've been to
Georgia on a fast train,
honey
I wasn't born no yesterday
I got a good Christian raising
and an eighth -grade education
Ain't no need for y 'all to treat me this way
I said, I've been to Georgia
on a fast train,
I wasn't born no yesterday,
I got a good Christian religion
and an eighth grade education,
ain't no meeting y 'all was
treating me this way.
I've been to Georgia on a fast train,
wasn't born no yesterday,
I got a good Christian
And an eighth grade education,
there ain't no need for y
'all to treat me this way.