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I was born in the wagon of a traveling show
My mama used to dance for the money they’d throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Picked up a boy just south of mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa would’ve shot him if he knew what he’d done

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

I never had schooling but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I’m a gal in trouble
And I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh
I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh

She was born in the wagon of a traveling show
Her mama had to dance for the money they’d throw
Grandpa’d do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Organ music softly playing
Sounds of people’s whispers saying
"She’s a pretty bride; you’re such a lucky man"
I smile and blink the tears away
And find the proper words to say
While aching with the pain they just can’t understand

It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife?

Now we’re all gathered together
You vow your love for worse or better
Lift her veil and kiss her with a tender glow
Then leading her back up the aisle
I try to meet your eyes and smile
But all the time my heart is breaking so

It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife?

They toast the lovely bride and groom
And as you leave the noisy room
They say that it’s my turn to catch the bride’s bouquet
And as the crowd goes streaming past
And someone says "He’s hers at last"
I hold my pretty flowers and slowly walk away

It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife?

From somewhere outside
I hear a street vendor cry "filet gumbo"
From my window I see him, going
Down the street and he don’t know
That we fell right to sleep
In the damp tangled sheets so soon
After love in the hot afternoon

Now the bourbon street lady
Sleeps like a baby in the shadows (in the shadows)
She was new to me, full of mystery
But now I know (but know I know)
That she’s just a girl
And I’m just a guy, in a room
Full of love in the hot afternoon

We got high in the park
This morning and we sat, without talking
Then she came back here
In the heat of the day, tired of walking
Where under her breath
She hummed to herself a tune
Of Love in the hot afternoon…

He was on his way home from Candletop.
(He’d)Been two weeks gone and he thought he’d stop
At Webb’s and have him a drink ‘fore he went home to her.
Andy Wardlow said, "Hello."
And he said "Hi, what’s doin’, Wo?"
He said, "Sit down, I got some bad news that’s gonna hurt."
He said, "I’m your best friend and you know that’s right,
But your young bride ain’t home tonight.
Since you been gone she’s been seein’ that aimless boy, Seth."
Well, he got mad ‘n’ he saw red.
And Andy said, "Boy, don’tcha lose your head,
‘Cause to tell ya the truth, I been with her myself."

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man.
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands.

Well, Andy got scared and left the bar
(And went) Walkin’ on home ’cause he didn’t live far.
(You) See, Andy didn’t have many friends and he’d just lost him one.
(And) Brother thought his wife must’a left town,
So he went home and finally found
The only thing Papa had left him, and that was a gun.
And he went off to Andy’s house,
Slippin’ through the backwoods quiet as a mouse–
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make.
He looked through the screen at the back-porch door,
And he saw Andy lyin’ on the floor
In a puddle of blood. And he started to shake.

Well, the Georgia Patrol was a’makin’ their rounds,
So he fired a shot just to flag ’em down,
And a big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said, "Why’d ya do it?"
And the judge said, "Guilty, " in a make-believe trial,
Slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile,
And said, "Supper’s waitin’ at home and I gotta get to it."

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man.
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands.

Well, they hung my brother before I could say
That the tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy’s house, out back, that night were mine.
And his cheatin’ wife had never left town;
And that’s one body that’ll never be found!
See, little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun.

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
Oh-oh-aah
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man.
Ah-huh-unh
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer

‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands.

If Winter stays, A black December
I´m on My Way, I’ll Look after you
I won’t let you down

If April showers, like tears fall down this
Love of ours
We’ll watch the clouds roll by
This time

(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
Not this time

Summer breeze with clear blue skies
Those wondrous days
How i remember… remember you
I won’t let you down

Best laid plans
Now your warm blood runs through my hands
And all I ask is why
Where was I

(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
Not this time