Draggin' Shackles

(albüm: Out Of Hand - 1975)

Dragging shackles down in Georgia
The mem'ry of her's burning up my brain
Dragging shackles down in Georgia
That woman's every link in these old chains

James' House of Jewellery
Had the ring she liked the most
Just the thing I needed to win her hand
Now, James' House of Jewellery
Is a-missing one fine ring
And James says he isn't sure I bought the ring

I'm dragging shackles down in Georgia
The mem'ry of her's burning up my brain
Dragging shackles down in Georgia
That woman's every link in these old chains

I get up ev'ry morning
Before the birds begin to sing
The only place I see you's in a dream
And the cold chill of a captive heart
Makes me wish I were dead
Hunting down the road with you in my arms, Lord I can't

Instead, I'm dragging shackles down in Georgia
The mem'ry of her's burning up my brain
Dragging shackles down in Georgia
That woman's every link in these old chains

Dragging shackles down in Georgia
The mem'ry of her's burning up my brain
Dragging shackles down in Georgia
That woman's every link in these old chains