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John Anderson

Red Georgia Clay

 

Red Georgia Clay

(album: Eye Of A Hurricane - 1984)


One rainy night in Dalton they were talking in the bar
About two bodies they'd been searching for
Behind old Samson's sawmill, the blood hounds found their grave
They were laying in that red Georgia clay

So I just sit and listen, and drank my whiskey down
I knew I'd never make it out of town
When a big hand grabbed my shoulder, I started shaking in my boots
And I knew the time had come to tell the truth

I said I followed them one evening when the sun was sinking low
I knew that logging shack was where they'd go
But when I watched 'em love together, it was more than I could take
So I left them laying in that red Georgia clay

I may be hungry, cold and lonely in this ol' prison cell
And when I die I guess I'll go to hell
But at least I know she won't be running 'round on me today
'Cause they're laying in the red Georgia clay

Arm and arm together, they both wanted it that way
So I left them laying in that Red Georgia clay
Yeah, I left them laying in that Red Georgia clay

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