As I walked out one mornin' in the Alabama chin I saw some old friends hangin' from a tree on Huldy's hill
By their tattered legs they dangle, drippin' down along the spine Those old George Gudger's overalls, a-dryin' on the line
George Gudger, he's an honest cuss, and he loves to work his land And I'd long admired his overalls, now the hell they're in my hand
My brand new pair was stiffer than a stocked-up Sunday suit But his could walk around by themselves and plow the corn to boot
Now the knees looked almost bloody from the Red Hill County clay George Gudger's debts and prayers had kept him kneelin' down all day
Old George owes me money, but I owe him my respect If his overalls'll fit me, boys, I'll forget about his debt
I stepped into them big ol' legs like fallin' down a mine Then I heard a raggedy chuckle, and there stood old George behind
A smile of old tobacco juice just tricklin' down his chin He said she might as well try walkin' around in someone else's skin
But son, if you like them old friends of mine so much, I guess I can let them go I had to lend them to my wife last year while she was carryin' little Joe
She bent down in the fields one day and split that tired old seam Now she's gone and beat him half to death on that rock there by the stream
Yeah, the knees looked almost bloody from the Red Hill County clay George Gudger's debts and prayers had kept him kneelin' down all day
You know, I walked just like a drunken man, and the dang deer made me fall They kept tryin' to steer me back toward Gudger's place, cause they steal old George's overalls
At home before the mirror, I seemed to be a different man In my mind, I kept seein' his farmed-out patch of land So I took him back his overalls and a weak supply of food
I also left my brand-new pair in a sneaked home in the ***