Burnt The Sawmill Down

D                   C
Dirt road, Georgia, childhood days
  G              D
A sawmill way of life
        Am
Where I grew up to love a rich girl
          G           D
Who could never be my wife
        D                C
And the roses near their mansion
     G              D
On a cool, southern ground
    Am
She cut a memory into mine
      G                 D
But I had to leave that town
D                     C
Dirt poor, backwoods, I was raised
        G                D
Now the lawman's comin' 'round
     Am
Mama said, "I raised a good boy
       G                 D
But he burnt the sawmill down"

[Chorus]
          Bm                 A
It's been years since I left Georgia
      G                  D
And I left there on the run
             C
They say her daddy's still in a rage
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G    F      D
Over what I done
       Bm             A
But he shot at me for lovin' her
           G            D
Thought he run me outta town
      C
But I hid until the mornin' light
       G          F       D
Then I burned his sawmill down

[Instrumental]
D  C  G  D

[Verse 2]
D                 C
I still love that long-haired girl
          G               D
There's a price tag on my head
    Am
Her daddy owns the county law
         G                  D
And if I go back there, I'm dead
   D               C
So I just dream of southern roses
    G                D
And miss the love we found
        Am
Lord, I wish I'd never been born poor
   G                 D
Or burnt the sawmill down

[Chorus]
          Bm                 A
It's been years since I left Georgia
      G                  D
And I left there on the run
             C
They say her daddy's still in a rage
G    F      D
Over what I done
       Bm             A
But he shot at me for lovin' her
           G            D
Thought he run me outta town
      C
But I hid until the mornin' light
       G          F       D
Then I burned his sawmill down

[Otro]
D                     C
Dirt poor, backwoods, I was raised
        G                D
Now the lawman's comin' 'round
     Am
Mama said, "I raised a good boy
       G         F       D
But he burnt the sawmill down"
     Am
Mama said, "I raised a good boy
       G         F       D
But he burnt the sawmill down"