Georgia Slammer

Georgia Slammer - Joe Mullins & The Radio Ramblers (3:00)
Writer(s): Greg Preece


I was rollin' through Atlanta I was down to my last dime
That's when my better judgement lost control
I hit a liquor store and I hit the gas, it all hit the fan when the blue lights flashed
They said son you're gonna pay for what you stole

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I thought I was a bad man and the law did not apply
I guess you know just how this story ends
I'm doin' time in a Georgia slammer, breakin' rocks with a nine-pound hammer
And swearin' I'll never break the law again

They dragged me through that courthouse, I had shackles on my feet
That old judge was a smilin' down at me
He said boy you're gonna curse the day, you ever stepped on Georgia clay
Your soul is God's but the rest belongs to me

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When my sentence here is over, I'm goin' home to stay
I won't set foot in Georgia anymore
Never more will I steal and rob, I'll get myself an honest job
But it won't be swingin' no hammer that's for sure

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