Tom Delaney - Georgia Stockade Blues lyrics

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Georgia Stockade Blues 3:25 Trk 2 D-1

(Delaney)

Tom Delaney, vocal

Fred Longshaw, piano

Recorded: New York City, June 18, 1925

Columbia Records 140699-2 Columbia 14082

Album: Broke, Black and Blue (compil J. Visser)

Proper Records Ltd., London P1125 Dec 1999

Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com

(sung Tampa style - slower)

Days are dreary, night scream alarms

Down in Georgia on a stockade farm

Doing time for a crime

They found me guilty without one dime

Guards all around with their guns

Shoot me down like a rabbit if I start to run

Five long years been out there sufferin'

Working from sun to sun

Evenin' falls, mornin' comes

My daily task is never done

Tippin' boxes, Lord

Pour all the turpentine balm

At night can't raise my arm

Both legs shackled to a ball and chain

Pleading for mercy, but it's alway in vain

Ankles all swollen, can't wear no shoes

I've got the meanest kind

Of Georgia Stockade Blues

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

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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