Red Georgia Clay

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 sat and listened 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 ole 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