| 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
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| We’re headed down the road to Augusta»
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| And frankly through his clenched teeth
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| He called Mama’s name and then he cussed her
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| He said, «Girl, you’re young
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| But some dude has come along and stole your mother»
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| But you can’t steal a willin' mind
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| 'Cause mama’s 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 on his face
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| My daddy cried an' big steps he was takin'
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| Halfway runnin' to keep up
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| My shorter legs were so tired and shakin'
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| «Where did I go wrong, girl?
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| Why would she leave us both this way?»
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| At times like these, a child of ten
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| 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 barroom
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| An' honky-tonk as well
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| An' finally daddy found them
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| And Lord, you know, the rest is hard to tell
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| He sent me out to wait
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| But scared I looked back through the door
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| An' daddy left them both
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| 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 |