lamps in the windows burning bright over in santa fe tonight full moon shining down along the border but the ground is hard and the night is black over here by the rail road track and i wish to the lord that i was back in georgia blue water in the evening sun calling me when the day is done mama mama pray for your son all of my life i ve been told that the la streets was paved with gold fame and fortune waiting to reward you but it didn t take long to understand california ain t the promised land but at least a man s a man in georgia well the st mary s river in the georgia moonlight flowing under the folkston bridge the sun comes up through the long leaf pine trees over round the kingsland ridge i may be here but my mind is still about 90 miles north of jacksonville  well i may not make it it s a long long road but mama i ve paid all the debts i owe and if i don t you know they going to find me trying they took my songs and they took my soul they made me hard and they made me old hell i just been born but i feel just like i m dying 