Back to California

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