Email Print "Cabbagetown" My Granddaddy was raised up in the hills, in '29 he came down He used to ride to Atlanta, got a job in a Cotton Mill But everybody called it Cabbagetown Oh-Oh-Oh, Cabbagetown The handpainted sign said Cabbagetown He met my Grandma, when she was just sixteen They'd spin Old No. 7, on the second floor They grew a little garden, they started a family They owed all their pay, to the Ray Jay 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 vail. Woke up this morning, my eyes were filled with tears I was dreaming of Grandpa, in 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 goin' back to Cabbagetown No, I'm never goin' back to Cabbagetown Ah, one more time, I'm never goin' back to Cabbagetown... No, No