Lyrics:

My daddy came from Georgia
Like his daddy'd come before
Coated with the red dirt dust
And the stink of being poor

On the outskirts of Atlanta
That's where his mama died
Bottle in her hand
My father by her side

Well they shipped him up to Detroit
Then they moved him back down south
Bitter ringing in his ears
And a bad taste in his mouth

Well the family spread the family
Up and down the migrant line
He landed right back in a place
He would've killed to leave behind

You can't knock
The red dirt off
It's in your teeth
It's in your bones
It's in your blood
And that's the cost
You pay for never, never, never going home

Well he grew up tall and crooked
He grew up strong and mean
Eyes deep as the Georgia dark
And full of all they'd seen

And them Southern Baptist Sundays well
They tempered what they could
But the day that child hit seventeen
He was gone for good

Some things you don't get over
Some things you don't outlive
Time can't give them back
Some things you don't forgive

You've been running now for fifty years
And the race cannot be won
You're as much somebody's father now
As you were somebody's son g