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 clay, old Georgia clay And that's why my heart is red I wonder why red clay So red and Georgia sky, so blue I wonder why it's yes to me And yessir, sir to you I wonder why the sky so blue And why the clay so red Way down south is always down And never up instead