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Georgia Blood

Song Author Marty Robbins Performer: Marty Robbins Submitted by: Anonymous

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


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

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

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

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


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


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

He [F]told me I should get a job
So I hired on in a restaurant here in [C]town

Wasn´t very long till I heard
Some of my songs being played [G7]around

But [C]he told me they weren´t selling
Though a ballad I wrote went to number [F]one  
He [G7]said keep on writing keep your job
And bring me songs that you have [C]done


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


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

I [F]waited for my money why it never came
I couldn´t under[C]stand

Till one day I saw him in a car
That must have cost at least ten [G7]grand

Then [C]finally I caught him
And he said I´m sorry kid you´ve had bad [F]luck
He [G7]said go back to Georgia
Then he laughed and handed me a hundred [C]bucks


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


My temper flared and I told myself
An hour from now he wouldn´t be [F]alive
Then [G7]I ran to a pawn shop
Where I bought an automatic forty-[C]five

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

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

It [C]wasn´t very long until I saw
Him walking to the parking [F]lot  
Then [G7]I stepped out beside him and I said
Would you look here see what I´ve [C]got  


His face was white as powder
And he dropped the cigarette he tried to [F]light
He [G7]said don´t pull that trigger
Lord have mercy please don´t kill me here [C]tonight


I´ll give you all your money
If you´ll wait until tomorrow then you´ll [F]see  
But [G7]a Georgia boy don´t like a thief
There was too much Georgia blood in [C]me  

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

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

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

I [F]wish I´d never wrote a song
Or ever heard of Nashville [C]Tennessee

I wish that I were home in Georgia
But I guess that I will never [G7]be   

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He told me I should get a job
So I hired on in a restaurant here in town

Wasn´t very long till I heard
Some of my songs being played around

But he told me they weren´t selling
Though a ballad I wrote went to number one
He said keep on writing keep your job
And bring me songs that you have done

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

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

I waited for my money why it never came
I couldn´t understand

Till one day I saw him in a car
That must have cost at least ten grand

Then finally I caught him
And he said I´m sorry kid you´ve had bad luck
He said go back to Georgia
Then he laughed and handed me a hundred bucks

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

My temper flared and I told myself
An hour from now he wouldn´t be alive
Then I ran to a pawn shop
Where I bought an automatic forty-five

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

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

It wasn´t very long until I saw
Him walking to the parking lot
Then I stepped out beside him and I said
Would you look here see what I´ve got

His face was white as powder
And he dropped the cigarette he tried to light
He said don´t pull that trigger
Lord have mercy please don´t kill me here tonight

I´ll give you all your money
If you´ll wait until tomorrow then you´ll see
But a Georgia boy don´t like a thief
There was too much Georgia blood in me

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

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

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

I wish I´d never wrote a song
Or ever heard of Nashville Tennessee

I wish that I were home in Georgia
But I guess that I will never be

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

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