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He was on his way home from Candletop |
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Been two weeks gone and he'd thought he'd stop |
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At Web's and have him a drink 'fore he went home to her |
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Andy Wolloe said hello |
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And he said, "Hi, what's doin', Wo?" |
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Said, "Sit down, I got some bad news, it's gonna hurt." |
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He said, "I'm your best friend and you know that's right |
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But your young bride ain't home tonight |
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Since you been gone, she's been seeing that Amos boy, Seth." |
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Well, he got mad and he saw red |
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And Andy said, "Boy, don't you lose your head |
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'Cause to tell you the truth, I've been with her myself." |
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That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia |
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That's the night that they hung an innocent man |
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Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods southern lawyer |
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'Cause the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands |
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Well, Andy got scared and left the bar |
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Walkin' on home, 'cause he didn't live far |
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See, Andy didn't have many friends and he just lost him one |
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Brother thought his wife musta left town |
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So he went home and finally found |
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The only thing Papa had left him and that was a gun |
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Then he went off to Andy's house |
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Slippin' through the back woods, quiet as a mouse |
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Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make |
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He looked through the screen at the back porch door |
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And he saw Andy lyin' on the floor |
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In a puddle of blood and he started to shake |
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Well, the Georgia patrol was making their rounds |
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So he fired a shot just to flag them down |
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And a big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said "Why'd you do it?" |
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Well, the judge said guilty in a make-believe trial |
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Slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile |
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Said, "Supper's waitin' at home and I gotta get to it." |
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That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia |
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That's the night that they hung an innocent man |
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Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods southern lawyer |
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'Cause the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands |
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Well, they hung my brother before I could say |
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The tracks he saw while on his way |
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To Andy's house and back that night were mine |
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And his cheatin' wife had never left town |
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And that's one body that'll never be found |
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See, little sister don't miss when she aims her gun |
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That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia, whoa-oh |
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That's the night that they hung an innocent man, uh-huh |
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Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods, southern lawyer |
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'Cause the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands |
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Oh, that's the night that the lights went out in Georgia |