E A On a rainy Wednesday morning, that's the day that I was born E B in that old sharecroppers one room country shack E A They say my mummy left me, same day that she had me E B E Said she hit the road and never once looked back And I just thought I'd mention, my grandma's old age pension Is the reason why I'm standing here today I got all my country learning, living and a churning Picking cotton, raising hell, and bailing hay Chorus: E A I've been to Georgia on a fast train, honey E B I wasn’t born no yesterday E A Got a good Christian raisin' and an eighth grade education E B E Ain't no need in y'all a treatin' me this way And now sweet Caroline, I don't guess I'll ever find Another woman put together like you all With your wiggle and your walking, and your big city talking Your brand new shiny Plymouth rag-top car Yeah it's hurry up and wait, in this world of give and take Seems like haste makes for waste every time And I pray to my soul, when you hear those ages roll You better know I'm going to get my share of mine Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E B |