Back Home In Sulphur Springs - Norman Blake, Nancy Blake

Oh, the cotton gin hummed in the warm afternoon

The wagons rolled in with their load

We played childhood games in the old lumberyard

Down on the southern railroad

Many times I’ve told about the green and the gold

And the silver trim driving wheel

The white steam a-blowing and the black smoke a-rolling

Out across those Georgia fields

On the platform down at the old depot

By the mossy water tank

On the Alabama and Georgia line

Back home in Sulphur Springs

Oh if I could turn backward the cold hands of time

To a bright blue yesterday

And listen for the whistle of old 41

As she rolls along on her way

Down the dirt roads of time

Through the turpentine pines and the cotton fields far away

To the red clay hills, the rocks and the reels

Speed me safe home today

On the platform down at the old depot

By the mossy water tank

On the Alabama and Georgia line

Back home in Sulphur Springs

On the platform down at the old depot

By the mossy water tank

On the Alabama and Georgia line

Back home in Sulphur Springs