(Baker Knight)      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'm gonna nail my feet to the ground.      --- Instrumental ---      (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   There'll be no messing around   If I ever get back to Georgia   I'm gonna nail my feet to the ground.      --- Instrumental ---      (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   There'll be no messing around   If I ever get back to Georgia   I'm gonna nail my feet to the ground.      But if I ever get back to Georgia   There'll be no messing around   If I ever get back to Georgia   I'm gonna nail my feet to the ground.      (In the cold, cold ground...)