Come and listen to my story, a story that I know is true.
It's about a road, back below Mid-Georgia, where the help of God and the heart come true.
Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountains, way up where the tall vines grow, lives my sweetheart of the mountains, she's my little Georgia road.
Her mother gave her to another, a carefree lad she had found, now the baby is a lady, don't want her mother to put him to stand.
Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Way down where the tall vines grow, lives my sweetheart of the mountains, she's my little Georgia road.
We used to sing.
We used to sing old songs together, we watched the deer rise in the park, she'd smile at me, and I would tell her that she was my sweetheart.
Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountains, way up where the tall vines grow, lives my sweetheart of the mountains, she's my little Georgia road.
Way down where the tall vines grow, lives my sweetheart of the mountains, she's my little Georgia road.