Nhạc sĩ: Wayne Carson, Nat Stuckey
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I'm dragging shackles down in Georgia
That memory of hers burning up my brain
I'm dragging shackles
down in Georgia
That woman's every link in these old chains
James's house of jewelry had the ring she
liked the most Just the thing I needed to win her hand
Now James's house of jewelry is a missing one fine ring
James says he ain't sure I bought the
ring I'm dragging shackles down in Georgia
That memory of hers burning up my brain
I'm dragging shackles down in Georgia
That woman's every link in these old chains
I get up every morning before the birds begin to sing
The only place I see you is in a dream The
culture of a captive heart makes me wish
that I was dead Hung down the road with you in my arms
I'm dragging shackles
down in Georgia That memory of hers burning up my brain
I'm dragging shackles down in Georgia That
woman's every link in these old chains
I'm dragging shackles down in Georgia
That memory of hers burning up my brain
I'm dragging shackles
down in Georgia
That
woman's every link in these old chains
That
woman's every link in these old chains
That woman's every link in these old chains
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