sara martin - georgia stockade blues lyrics
[verse]
days are dreary, nights seem long
down in georgia on a stockade farm
doin’ time for a crime
they found me guilty without one dime
guards all around me with their guns
shoot me down like a rabbit if i try to run
[chorus]
five long years, lord, in a state stockade
workin’ from sun to sun
evenin’ goes, mornin’ comes
my daily task is never done
tippin’ boxes, lord, on a turpentine farm
at night can’t raise my arm
both legs shackled to a ball and chain
pleading for mercy but it’s all in vain
ankles all swollen, can’t wear no shoes
i’ve got the meanest kind of georgia stockade blues
[refrain]
five long years, lord, on a state stockade
workin’ from sun to sun
evenin’ goes, mornin’ comes
my daily task is never done
tippin’ boxes, lord, on a turpentine farm
at night can’t raise my arm
both legs shackled to a ball and chain
pleading for mercy but it’s all in vain
ankles all swollen, can’t wear no shoes
i’ve got the meanest kind of georgia stockade blues
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