Heart of Gold - Leyla McCalla

Heart of Gold Lyrics

If I had a heart of gold
As some folks I know
I'd up and sell my heart of gold
And head north with the doughBut I don't have a heart of gold
My heart's not even lead
It's made of clay, old Georgia clay
And that's why my heart is redI wonder why red clay
So red and Georgia sky, so blue
I wonder why it's yes to me
And yessir, sir to youI wonder why the sky so blue
And why the clay so red
Way down south is always down
And never up instead