I can smell the cookies baking
And the pumpkin pie
I can hear the pretty music
When they sing "Sleigh Ride"
And the sound of children's laughter
Keeps ringing on in my mind, in my mind
All those memories make me want to go
To the place I've always loved the most
I could travel the world
But here's one thing that I've always known

There is nothing like the feeling
Of a Christmas Day
When the snow is falling softly
On the Georgia clay
And the wind is whisperin' through the pines
There's a chill in the air that sure feels fine
I can hear the carols ringing
How they fill the night
Tells me things may not be perfect
But everything's all right
And I have found wherever I may roam, ooh...
That a Georgia Mountain Christmas
Is calling me back home

Ooh, ooh...
And the wind is whisperin' through the pines
There's a chill in the air that sure feels fine
I can hear the carols ringing
How they fill the night
Tells me things may not be perfect
But everything's all right
And I have found wherever I may roam
That a Georgia Mountain Christmas
Is calling me back home
Georgia, Georgia
Christmas time keeps Georgia on my mind
And a Georgia Mountain Christmas
Is calling me back home
It's calling me back home
(Calling me home)