Take me back to Cabbagetown
Where I used to live in a little house on Wylie street
I wanna to be where folks are folks
Neighbors helping neighbors make ends meet
Iv'e been to San Francisco
Worked in old St. Lou
But I want to hang with friends
And eat some Georgia bar 'b' cue
In Cabbagetown, Cabbagetown
Gotta get back to Cabbagetown
The music that they play there is out of site, alright
I know a little place to go
Where the band is cook'n every night
I almost starved in Boston
Froze to death in Maine
But this old boy's gonna be alright
When I get off that train
In Cabbagetown, Cabbagetown
Ahhh play me one Johnny
On my way to Cabbagetown
I know Sheila's gonna treat me fine, so fine
The first stop that I make will be
To pick us up a jug of homemade wine
She'll be surprised to see me
Might pass out on the floor
When she hears that familiar sound
Of me at her back door
In Cabbagetown, Cabbagetown
Ahh take me back to Cabbagetown
Gotta get back to Cabbagetown
I left my heart in Cabbagetown, Woo
Gotta get back to Cabbagetown
Ohh Cabbagetown, sweet, sweet, Cabbagetown
Gotta get back to Cabbagetown
Gotta get back to Cabbagetown
Yeah, take me back to Cabbagetown