The trees down in Georgia
Grow as tall as a cross
Where little Richard was singing
Where rock n roll learned to walk
Country blues in a bottle
Get those tubes running hot
Til the serpent starts hissing
Yʼall, let me out of this box

Streets of gold
Ainʼt that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates
When my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Sweet Carolina
From the north to the south
Where those reapers be hot
They put those tears in your mouth
Papaʼs got a new bag
He gave it to mister brown
And Charlie got him a fiddle
Before the devil went down
Way down in Macon
Put your ear to ground
Where the brothers are sleeping
You can still hear the sound
Of a band that was singing
About a sky that was blue
They sang it for me
And now Iʼll sing it you
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way
Turn your love my way, yeah
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way
Turn your love my way, I said turn your love my way
Streets of gold
Ainʼt that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates
When my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good lord show me mercy
Send me back down south

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Writer(s): Forrest Betts, Rebecca Lovell, Tyler Bryant