Red Georgia Clay
John Anderson
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D One rainy night in Dalton they were talkin' in the barD About two bodies they'd beenA searching forD Behind old Samson's sawmill, theBm blood hounds found their graveD A They were layin' in that redD Georgia clayD So I just sat and listened and drank my whiskey downD A I knew I'd never make it out of townD When a big hand grabbed myBm shoulder, I started shakin' in my bootsContinúa después del anuncioD A And I knew the time had come toD tell the truthD I said I followed them one evening when the sun was sinkin' lowD I knew that loggin' shack was whereA they'd goD But when I watched 'em love together, it was more than I couldBm takeD A So I left them layin' in that redD Georgia clayD G D I may be hungry, cold and lonelyG D in this ole prison cell And when I die I guess I'll go toA hellD But at least I know she won't beBm runnin' 'round on me todayD A Cause they're layin' in the RedD Georgia clay Arm and arm together, they both wanted it that way So I left them layin' in that Red Georgia clay