Georgia Stockade

Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart Way down in Columbus, Georgia, that's where I don't want to be. Hey, way down in Columbus stockade. Take me back to Tennessee. Chorus: Well, you can take me back to old Kentucky, any place that you decide. Just turn me loose from this old stockade. I'll tell you, buddy, I won't mind. The other night as I lay sleepin' I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke I was mistaken. These prison walls were all around. (Chorus) Two years ago, it seems a long time, that's when I was free and on my own. But here I am behind that stockade. I wish to God they'd take me home. (Chorus) I'll tell you, buddy, I won't mind.