C
I step across the railroad track
F
Climb a fence and walk out through a field
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And for a while I breath fresh air
C
And feel that sun I can’t believe it’s real
F
Iron bars is all that I could see
G7
I ran away from prison
C
I’ve been in the Nashville penitentiary
F
I came up here from Georgia
C
Everyone said I had talent I could write
G7
They all said my songs are out of sight
C
So I caught a bus in Waycross
F
I enjoyed the ride a quiet winter night
G7
Head straight to 16th avenue to show
C
The kind of songs that I could write
F
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
F
With a lot of words I didn’t understand
G7
But he told me not to worry
C
I could trust him cause he was an honest man
F
He told me I should get a job
C
So I hired on in a restaurant here in town
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
F
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
F
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
F
I waited for my money why it never came
C
I couldn´t understand
G7
That must have cost at least ten grand
C
Then finally I caught him
F
And he said I´m sorry kid you´ve had bad luck
G7
He said go back to Georgia
C
Then he laughed and handed me a hundred bucks
F
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
F
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
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
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
F
If you´ll wait until tomorrow then you´ll see
G7
But a Georgia boy don´t like a thief
C
There was too much Georgia blood in me
F
So I pulled the trigger
C
And the bullet hit him squarely in the chest
G7
For every button sewed upon his vest
C
It was then and only then I realized
F
The awful wrong that I had done
G7
In disbelief I stood there until somebody
C
Walked up and they took the gun
F
I wish I´d never wrote a song
C
Or ever heard of Nashville Tennessee
G7
But I guess that I will never be
C
I wish I could stay here
F
In this field so fresh and green
G7
But better yet I wish that I could
C
Wake and find this just a dream
C
F
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