my granddaddy was raised up in the hills
he used to ride to atlanta
got a job in a cotton mill
but everybody called it cabbagetown
the handpainted sign said cabbagetown
when she was just sixteen
they grew a little garden
never been out of cabbagetown
like a dirty vail. woke up this morning
my eyes were filled with tears
i was dreaming of grandpa
now the mountains call to me
i ain't coming back to cabbagetown
i'm never goin' back to cabbagetown
i'm never goin' back to cabbagetown
i'm never goin' back to cabbagetown. no