Forty Miles from Atlanta, this is nowhere
It’s a place folks write songs about, it’s where so much incredible music came from, it’s the place the devil went down to, it’s the climax to your favorite narrative driven folk song, it’s green, it’s red, it’s an art piece, it’s the B-52s, it’s gator belts, patty melts and Monte Carlos, (and El Dorados) it’s the first time I’ve been back since my family used to drive 17 hours through the night and through the mountains. It’s warm winters and hot summers. It’s Georgia, and this is the start of my effort to show what it feels like to me.
Diner Cook in Elijay, Georgia
Downtown Blue Ridge, Georgia
Little Truck, Blue Ridge, Georgia
Gas Station Attendant
the most remarkable thing about coming home to you
is the feeling of being in motion again
it's the most extraordinary thing in the world
I have two big hands and a heart pumping blood
and a 1967 colt .45 with a busted safety catch
the world shines as I cross the Macon county line
going to Georgia
the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway
is that it's you
and that you're standing in the doorway
and you smile as you ease the gun from my hand and I'm
frozen with joy right where I stand
the world throws its light underneath your hair
forty miles from Atlanta, this is nowhere
going to Georgia
the world shines as i cross the Macon county line
going to Georgia