Spell On Me

Way down south of Savannah
Deep in the Georgia pines
Floating on the Occee Fanokee .
Hanging on the kudzu vines.
I hear that music playing
feel that old voodoo
When folks out there get singin’
There ain’t nothing that you can do…

As high as I been feelin’
It wasnt what it seems..
That Georgia swamp, it put a spell on me.

I’m on my to macon
Gonna get down with my friends.
We’re looking for a little action.
So were headed to the promised land.
Cause when the sun goes in Dixon..
Out on the country line.
The fellas all start to picking’.
And sipping that muscadine wine

The buzz, that I’ve been feelin’
It was what it seems ..
That georgia swamp it put a spell me..

Bridge:
Howling like a wild coyote
Stomping in that deep red clay
Passin’ round a couple roaches.
I thought i heard a woman say
There was a spell on me ..

Was a spell on me..

Took off back to Nashville
To work on a hippie farm
I didn’t get good directions.
But i wrote it down on my arm ….

I lost all my connections
This city’s feeling strange
Cause the way that I’ve been playing
Well i know that something’s changed….
Cause my guitar keeps on that swinging..
Old time melodies…
That georgia swamp, it put a spell me..