I wanna go back home to Georgia
Take the shoes off of my feet
Roll up my britches leg
And go wading in Sweetwater creek
I wanna fish all night like I used to
With my pappy and my uncle Frank
Pan fry me a mess of them fish
Right down on the Chattahoochee River bank
I wanna hear them coon dogs a working
Out across them Georgia hills
See the moonlight through them pine trees
Sit and listen to the whippoorwills
I wanna eat my mama's homemade biscuits
Till my last attempt
Or listen to my pappy and grandpa Hubbard
Bellyache about the government
The little things
That make you happiest in time
Always leave a memory
That never will grow old
The little things
That make you happiest in time
Leave a lot of sunshine in your soul
Well, I've seen the world out a wandering
I've traveled it all around
I've rambled up a many highway
And I've slept in many a town
But at home on the back porch picking my guitar
Watching that sun go down
Is the closest place to heaven
I ever found
Oh, take me home
Take me home
Oh, this boy wants to go home