My Granddaddy was raised up in the hills in '29 he came down He hitched a ride to Atlanta, got a job in a Cotton Mill But everybody called it Cabbagetown Oh, oh, oh, Cabbagetown The hand-painted sign said Cabbagetown He met my Grandma when she was just sixteen At spindle number seven on the second floor They grew a little garden, they started a family They owed all their pay to the Red J store Oh, oh, oh, Cabbagetown Never been out of Cabbagetown Oh, oh, oh, Cabbagetown What goes up, will come down When they finally closed The shadows fell Covered Cabbagetown Like a dirty veil Woke up this morning, my eyes were filled with tears I was dreaming of Grandpa and forty some odd years Now the mountains call to me, a lonely soulful sound Once I leave here, I ain't coming back to Cabbagetown Oh, oh, oh, Cabbagetown You better stay away when the Sun goes down Oh, oh, oh, Cabbagetown I'm never going back to Cabbagetown No, I'm never going back to Cabbagetown Ah, one more time, I'm never going back to Cabbagetown No, no