If I had a heart of gold
As some folks I know
I'd up and sell my heart of gold
And head north with the dough
But I don't have a heart of gold
My heart's not even lead
It's made of clay, old Georgia clay
And that's why my heart is red
I wonder why red clay
So red and Georgia sky, so blue
I wonder why it's yes to me
And yessir, sir to you
I wonder why the sky so blue
And why the clay so red
Way down south is always down
And never up instead
