| That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.
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| That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.
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| Daddy said: «Now come girl, we’re headin' down the road to Augusta.»
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| An thinkin' through his clenched teeth, he called Mama’s name, then he cussed
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| her.
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| He said: «Girl, you’re young, but some dude has come along and stole your
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| mother.»
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| Ah, but you can’t steal a willin' mind whose mom is always lookin' for a lover.
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| That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.
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| That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.
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| With dusty teardrops in his face, my daddy cried an' big steps he was takin'.
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| An' halfway runnin' to keep up, my shorter legs were so tired and shakin'.
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| «Where did I go wrong, girl? |
| Why would she leave us both this way?»
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| At times like these, a child with tears never knows exactly what to say
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| That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.
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| That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.
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| We searched in every bar room, an' honky-tonk as well.
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| An' finally Daddy found them, but Lord, you know, the rest is hard to tell.
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| He sent me out to wait, but scared, I looked back through the door.
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| An' Daddy left them both soakin' up the sawdust on the floor.
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| That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.
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| That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.
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| That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.
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| That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down. |