Red Georgia Clay - John Anderson

One rainy night in Dalton they were talkin' in the bar

About two bodies they’d been searching for

Behind old Samson’s sawmill, the blood hounds found their grave

They were layin' in that red Georgia clay

So I just sit and listen, and drank my whiskey down

I knew I’d never make it out of town

When a big hand grabbed my shoulder, I started shakin' in my boots

And I knew the time had come to tell the truth

I said I followed them one evening when the sun was sinkin' low

I knew that loggin' shack was where they’d go

But when I watched 'em love together, it was more than I could take

So I left them layin' in that red Georgia clay

I may be hungry, cold and lonely in this ol' prison cell

And when I die I guess I’ll go to hell

But at least I know she won’t be runnin' 'round on me today

'Cause they’re layin' in the red Georgia clay

Arm and arm together, they both wanted it that way

So I left them layin' in that Red Georgia clay

Yeah, I left them layin' in that Red Georgia clay