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Georgia Blood
written and recorded by Marty Robbins

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I step across the railroad track 
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Climb a fence and walk out through a field
    G7
And for a while I breath fresh air 
                                       C
And feel that sun I can't believe it's real


For eighteen months I've been locked up
                              F
Iron bars is all that I could see
  G7
I ran away from prison 
                                     C
I've been in the Nashville penitentiary

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I came up here from Georgia 
                                   C
Everyone said I had talent I could write  

Nashville's where the money is
                                  G7
They all said my songs are out of sight

   C
So I caught a bus in Waycross 
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I enjoyed the ride a quiet winter night
     G7
Head straight to 16th avenue to show 
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The kind of songs that I could write


Well the first door that I opened 
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Was a wrong one and it's kinda like a dream
  G7
I met a music man that shook my hand
                              C
And said we both make quite a team


He handed me a contract
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With a lot of words I didn't understand
    G7
But he told me not to worry
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I could trust him cause he was an honest man

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He told me I should get a job
                                      C
So I hired on in a restaurant here in town
 
Wasn’t very long till I heard 
                              G7
Some of my songs being played around

    C
But he told me they weren’t selling
                                       F
Though a ballad I wrote went to number one
   G7
He said keep on writing keep your job
                                 C
And bring me songs that you have done


I kept my job kept writing 
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Cause I really thought I’d find that pot of gold
    G7
But the story that I’m telling
                                C
Is a story that’s been told and retold


He said he spent the money 
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I had made from promoting songs he really tried
   G7
It got so I could never see him
                               C
When he saw me coming he would hide

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I waited for my money why it never came
                C
I couldn’t understand

Till one day I saw him in a car
                                 G7
That must have cost at least ten grand
 
     C
Then finally I caught him
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And he said I’m sorry kid you’ve had bad luck
   G7
He said go back to Georgia
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Then he laughed and handed me a hundred bucks


I took the hundred dollars 
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And in a flash a thought was burning in my mind
  G7
I had a big surprise for him
                                         C
And he’d regret he stole songs that were mine


My temper flared and I told myself
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An hour from now he wouldn’t be alive
     G7
Then I ran to a pawn shop 
                                  C
Where I bought an automatic forty-five

   F
My temper got the best of me
                                 C
For a while there was no guiding star

There was no one to talk to
                                     G7
So I walked back and I waited by his car

   C
It wasn’t very long until I saw 
                           F
Him walking to the parking lot
     G7
Then I stepped out beside him and I said 
                                  C
Would you look here see what I’ve got


His face was white as powder
                                         F
And he dropped the cigarette he tried to light
   G7
He said don’t pull that trigger 
                                          C
Lord have mercy please don’t kill me here tonight


I’ll give you all your money
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If you’ll wait until tomorrow then you’ll see
    G7
But a Georgia boy don’t like a thief
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There was too much Georgia blood in me

   F
So I pulled the trigger 
                                       C
And the bullet hit him squarely in the chest

Then I shot him one more time 
                                G7
For every button sewed upon his vest

   C
It was then and only then I realized
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The awful wrong that I had done
   G7
In disbelief I stood there until somebody 
                            C
Walked up and they took the gun

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I wish I’d never wrote a song
                           C
Or ever heard of Nashville Tennessee
    
I wish that I were home in Georgia
                              G7
But I guess that I will never be

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I wish I could stay here 
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In this field so fresh and green
    G7
But better yet I wish that I could 
                          C
Wake and find this just a dream

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