Marty Robbins — Georgia Blood

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 'til 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 'Til 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 'til 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 Forever in this field so fresh and green But better yet I wish that I could Wake and find this just a dream