| I’m walking the long road to georgia
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| Yeah the long road that’s takin' me back
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| Gonna live in the hills far away in the hills
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| And i’m gonna dress in black
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| Way high in the hills in georgia
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| Gonna live in a old tin shack
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| Nobody i’ll see and no one will see me And i’m gonna dress in black
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| 'cause i went down big city
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| Had money, had money in my sack
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| Found a girl so fine, thought she was mine
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| But she left me without a shirt to my back
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| Way out in the hills in georgia
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| I’ll live in my old tin shack
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| I’ll think of the time that woman was mine
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| And i’m gonna dress in black, yeah
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| (instrumental)
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| 'cause i went, i went down the big city,
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| I had money, had money in my sack
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| Found a girl so fine i thought she was mine
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| But she left me without a shirt to my back
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| Yeah, way out, way out in the hills in georgia
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| I’ll live in my old tin shack
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| I’m gonna think of the time that woman was mine
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| And i’m gonna dress in black
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| Yeah, i’m gonna dress in black
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| Yeah, i’m gonna a dress in black
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| Fades
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| Whoa yeah, i, i’m gonna
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| I’m gonna dress in… |