Well the wind blows cold in New York City along about the middle of now And I'm telling you I'd be a happy man if I could get away somehow Cause I'm growing old before my time finally I see the light But if it costs a dime to get around the world I couldn't get out of sight But if I ever get back to Georgia there'll be no messing around If I ever get back to Georgia I gonna nail my feet to the ground (In the cold cold ground) Well the buildings here in New York City grow so doggone tall Sometimes you can walk for a couple of days and never see the sun at all So I left last night I was homeward bound now I wanna sit and I cry Cause I stuck out my thumb till my thumb got numb and the cars went right on by But if I ever get back to Georgia... (In the cold cold ground) Well I guess my time in New York City hasn't been a total waste Cause I met a little girl from a social world I really put her in her place When she sold me half of the Brooklyn Bridge I hung around just for spite And I played this part till I won her heart and I bought the other half last night But if I ever get back to Georgia... But if I ever get back to Georgia... (In the cold cold ground)