Headed into the hills again nThursday, north Georgia bound nAbout fourty three miles to my destination nA little goldrush college town nIn the Blue Ridge Mountains, on the horizon nHere I come nSmokin' like a freight train nPassin' time racin' the sun nWhen I pass that city limit sign nI'm feelin' fine, oh Dahlonega nnSeems everybody knows my name nMan, it really blows my mind nCause I've never been one of those popular guys nWas always the quiet kind nAnd never a local football star celebrity nNone of the cool girls ever seem to notice me nOh, but now I hear 'em sing along nI feel at home in Dahlonega nnDahlonega nI feel like I've struck gold, I've struck gold around here nBury my heart and call it home nnMidnight is closin' time nLast call for alcohol nAnd I watch everybody stumble away nI hear Highway 60 call nIt's back to the real world nNine to five, payin' the bills nBack to the routines nFillin' my flask and poppin' pills nWhen I cross that Lumpkin county line nI'll be cryin', I'll be cryin', I'll be cryin' nDahlonega, Dahlonega n