My Toccoa

Down in North Georgia where the rolling hills meet the sky

There's a little town where the Southern spirit never dies

From the courthouse square to the railroad tracks so wide

You'll find a piece of heaven on the countryside

It's a little place where the sweet magnolias bloom

With the charm of small-town life and the smell of fresh-baked pie in the room

From Lake Hartwell's waters to Currahee's peak

Toccoa's got a sweet magic that can't be beat

Walk on by the train depot hear the whistle blowin' loud

It's a reminder of the days when this town was mighty proud