Got a lot that I've been thinking of   as I walk the stairs to my Tennessee hotel   maybe we're just growing up   maybe mountains are the closest things to hell   and the records just as broken as it ever was.   I've lost my mind to think that it'll change.   so I put that needle down and just await that lonesome sound   it's the only thing I've got left in this town,   like the promise that I'd always be around.      So won't you come on back to Georgia   On your way to Caroline   Won't you come on back to Georgia   New York City seems too bright this time of year   this time of year      And the stairs I climb to meet me now   just go on and on    like some backwoods southern town   maybe this time I won't let me down.   God, I know that it's a long way home   I close my eyes now and all I see are roads.   yeah, all I know are roads   but you promised me I'd never be alone.      So won't you come on back to Georgia   On your way to Caroline   Won't you come on back to Georgia   New York City seems too bright this time of year   this time of year      Won't you come on back to Georgia   Leave your home for Caroline   Won't you come on back to Georgia   New York City seems just fine   But this time   I think I'll settle down, sweet Georgia   I don't love you, Caroline   I think I'll settle down, sweet Georgia   but New York City seems so right   this time of year      Got a lot that i've been thinking of   as i walk the streets in some new york city spell   maybe we're just growing up   maybe we just found the furthest thing from hell   and i couldn't tell you just how far i fell