Heart of Gold

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