(Claude Putman Jr)



That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.

That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.



Daddy said: "Now come girl, we're headin' down the road to Augusta."

An thinkin' through his clenched teeth, he called Mama's name, then he cussed her.

He said: "Girl, you're young, but some dude has come along and stole your mother."

Ah, but you can't steal a willin' mind whose mom is always lookin' for a lover.



That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.

That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.



With dusty teardrops in his face, my daddy cried an' big steps he was takin'.

An' halfway runnin' to keep up, my shorter legs were so tired and shakin'.

"Where did I go wrong, girl? Why would she leave us both this way?"

At times like these, a child with tears never knows exactly what to say



That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.

That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.



We searched in every bar room, an' honky-tonk as well.

An' finally Daddy found them, but Lord, you know, the rest is hard to tell.

He sent me out to wait, but scared, I looked back through the door.

An' Daddy left them both soakin' up the sawdust on the floor.



That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.

That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.

That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.

That Georgia sun was blood red and goin' down.