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 dough

But I don't have a heart of gold
My heart's not even lead
It's made of plain old Georgia clay
And that's why, my heart is red

I wonder why red clay's so red
And Georgia skies so blue
I wonder why it's yes to me
But yes sir, sir, to you

I wonder why the sky's so blue
And why the clay's so red
Why down south is always down
And never up instead.