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I'm walking the long road to Georgia |
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Yeah, the long road that's taking me back |
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Gonna live in the hills, far away in the hills |
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And I'm gonna dress in black |
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Way high in the hills in Georgia |
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Gonna live in an old tin shack |
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Nobody I'll see and no one will see me |
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And I'm gonna dress in black |
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'Cause I went down big city |
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Had money, had money in my sack |
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Found a girl so fine I thought she was mine |
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But she left me without my shirt to my back |
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Way out in the hills in Georgia |
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I'll live in my old tin shack |
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I'll think of the time that woman was mine |
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And I'm gonna dress in black, yeah |
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'Cause I went, I went down the big city |
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I had money, had money in my sack |
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Found a girl so fine I thought she was mine |
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But she left me without my shirt to my back |
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Yeah, way out, way out in the hills in Georgia |
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I'll live in my old tin shack |
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I'm gonna think of the time that woman was mine |
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And I'm gonna dress in black |
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Yeah, I'm gonna dress in black |
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Oh yeah, I'm gonna, I'm gonna dress in black |
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Baby, I |
