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D One rainy night in Dalton they were talkin' in the bar D A About two bodies they'd been searching for D Bm Behind old Samson's sawmill, the blood hounds found their grave D A D They were layin' in that red Georgia clay D So I just sat and listened and drank my whiskey down D A I knew I'd never make it out of town D Bm When a big hand grabbed my shoulder, I started shakin' in my boots D A D And I knew the time had come to tell the truth D I said I followed them one evening when the sun was sinkin' low D A I knew that loggin' shack was where they'd go D Bm But when I watched 'em love together, it was more than I could take D A D So I left them layin' in that red Georgia clay D G D G D I may be hungry, cold and lonely in this ole prison cell A And when I die I guess I'll go to hell D Bm But at least I know she won't be runnin' 'round on me today D A D Cause they're layin' in the Red Georgia clay Arm and arm together, they both wanted it that way So I left them layin' in that Red Georgia clay
D G D G D I may be hungry, cold and lonely in this ole prison cell A And when I die I guess I'll go to hell D Bm But at least I know she won't be runnin' 'round on me today D A D Cause they're layin' in the Red Georgia clay
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