Georgia Hard Robbie Fulks
Georgia Hard
By Robbie Fulks
Written by Robbie Fulks
rmofle at satx.rr.com
3/14/2006
She said she was [Am]leaving [C]
So I went to [G]follow
Blind [D]love and I-[C]55 got me [G]here
Dirty old [Am]salt truck[C]
in the smog be[G]fore[G/F#] me[Em]
And dear old [Am]Dix[C/B]ie, [C]back in the [D]rearview [G]mirror
Got a third-story walk-up
With a view of the alley
A mailroom job that isn't all glamour and fun
The woman I came for
Is gone to another
Now my feet are just too planted to run
Chorus:
But there's no [D]Carolina [C]Moon over Chi[G]cago
No [D]bluegrass [C]growin' out in my back[G]yard
No [Am]fields of sugarcane, no [Em]soft Virginia rain
But [Am]damn, [C/B]if this [C]livin' ain't [D]Georgia [G]Hard
Down on Halsted
The women walk by me
Like they can tell
I haven't got a dollar to spare
So it's into a side street
For a beer and a sad song
I guess some things are the same most everywhere
Chorus
Steel solo
Guitar solo
So please, Mr. Conwell
Could you accept the charges
When I told you "A cold day in Macon", I lied
And if your pecan trees
Still need a-shakin'
I'll be back a-beggin' fast as the grey dog flies
Chorus
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