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BLOOD RED AND GOING DOWN
CURLY PUTMAN and TANYA TUCKER
Written By: CURLY PUTMAN

VERSE 1:
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Daddy said, "Now, come son,"
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we headed down the road to Augusta,
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And faintly through his clinched teeth he
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called Mama's name and then he cussed her.
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He said, "Son, you're you-ng but some dude
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has come along and stole your Mother."
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But you can't steal a willing mi-nd,
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'Cause Mama's always looking for a lov -er.

CHORUS:
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That Georgia sun was Blood Red and Going Down,
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That Georgia sun was Blood Red and Going Down.

VERSE 2:
With dusty teardrops on his face
my Daddy cried and big steps he was taking;
Half-way running to keep up,
my short legs were so tired they were shaking.
"Where did I go wrong, son 
and why would she leave us both this way."
At times like these a boy of ten
never knows exactly what to say.
(CHORUS)

VERSE 3:
We searched in every bar-room
and honky-tonk as well,
And finally Daddy found them,
Lord you know the rest is hard to tell.
He sent me out to wait, but scared,
I peeped back through the door,
And Daddy left them both soaking up
sawdust on the floor.
(CHORUS)