Georgia Clay

Georgia Clay

Georgia clay beneath my feet,
Nothing's ever smelled so sweet.
Grass and flowers, crickets, bees,
Dimming sky and dogwood trees.

Gather 'round the fallen oaks,
Feel the fire, taste the smoke.
Laughter, music, fill the air,
Dance away from all your cares.

Georgia clay beneath my feet,
Soft and warm in summer's heat.
Moths and gnats may want this flame,
But folks down here all feel the same.

Gather 'round the fallen pines,
Welcome back the warmer clime.
Pass the beer and move your feet,
Out here we're always young and free.