Spoken: This is about a little river in south Georgia..where my family's been for a couple hudred years making generations of sippin' whiskey I guess...called the Ohoopee River.
This low rent land has turned to sand and I've done stood 'bout all I can I'm leaving..I'm leaving.
Papa he said 'good luck son, try to remember there's always one you can turn to, when you need to. Momma fix the boy some ham and ho' cakes and dry your eye 'cause you knew one day he'd make his own way quick as he can Lord, from the Ohoopee River Bottomland.
Farmhouse leaning and the barn is rotton, back is bent from chopping cotton, I'm aching..I'm aching. Boxes pine, cropping tobacco before I knew that no count tractor quit man..this is it man. Land has brought me pain and sorrow, Trailways coming through tomorrow I'm leaving again as soon as I can Lord from the Ohoopee River Bottomland.
Two years gone and on my own my belly told me the money's gone to Reno..Reno. Bright, rich town with the city sound everybody telling me to lay your money down, boy..get your bet down boy. Them that's got is them that gettin' and them that win is them that's bettin', I'm leaving a little closer to home as I can Lord back toward the Ohoopee River Bottomland.
Hot, dry highway, Utah byway, semi stopping, heading my way, thank you..Oh thank you. Driver said ' Son, I just had to ask, did you find yourself a greener pasture'. Said ' no sir..no sir'. Met a few people that's friends of mine but most of Utah's been unkind. Salt Lake City can do without ya' there's folks in Georgia that care a little 'bout ya' I'm leaving for home as soon as I can Lord to the Ohoopee River Bottomland
This low rent land has turned to sand and I've done stood 'bout all I can I'm leaving..I'm leaving.
Papa he said 'good luck son, try to remember there's always one you can turn to, when you need to. Momma fix the boy some ham and ho' cakes and dry your eye 'cause you knew one day he'd make his own way quick as he can Lord, from the Ohoopee River Bottomland.
Farmhouse leaning and the barn is rotton, back is bent from chopping cotton, I'm aching..I'm aching. Boxes pine, cropping tobacco before I knew that no count tractor quit man..this is it man. Land has brought me pain and sorrow, Trailways coming through tomorrow I'm leaving again as soon as I can Lord from the Ohoopee River Bottomland.
Two years gone and on my own my belly told me the money's gone to Reno..Reno. Bright, rich town with the city sound everybody telling me to lay your money down, boy..get your bet down boy. Them that's got is them that gettin' and them that win is them that's bettin', I'm leaving a little closer to home as I can Lord back toward the Ohoopee River Bottomland.
Hot, dry highway, Utah byway, semi stopping, heading my way, thank you..Oh thank you. Driver said ' Son, I just had to ask, did you find yourself a greener pasture'. Said ' no sir..no sir'. Met a few people that's friends of mine but most of Utah's been unkind. Salt Lake City can do without ya' there's folks in Georgia that care a little 'bout ya' I'm leaving for home as soon as I can Lord to the Ohoopee River Bottomland