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