Headed into the hills again    Thursday, north Georgia bound    About fourty three miles to my destination    A little goldrush college town    In the Blue Ridge Mountains, on the horizon    Here I come    Smokin' like a freight train    Passin' time racin' the sun    When I pass that city limit sign    I'm feelin' fine, oh Dahlonega       Seems everybody knows my name    Man, it really blows my mind    Cause I've never been one of those popular guys    Was always the quiet kind    And never a local football star celebrity    None of the cool girls ever seem to notice me    Oh, but now I hear 'em sing along    I feel at home in Dahlonega       Dahlonega    I feel like I've struck gold, I've struck gold around here    Bury my heart and call it home       Midnight is closin' time    Last call for alcohol    And I watch everybody stumble away    I hear Highway 60 call    It's back to the real world    Nine to five, payin' the bills    Back to the routines    Fillin' my flask and poppin' pills    When I cross that Lumpkin county line    I'll be cryin', I'll be cryin', I'll be cryin'    Dahlonega, Dahlonega