Vicki Lawrence – The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia

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 the lights went out in Georgia. Since you been gone she’s been seein’ that aimless boy, Seth."
Well, he got mad ‘n’ he saw red. He was on his way home from Candletop. He looked through the screen at the back-porch door,
And he saw Andy lyin’ on the floor
In a puddle of blood. And his cheatin’ wife had never left town;
And that’s one body that’ll never be found! 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. Oh-oh-aah
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man. (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. See, little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun. That’s the night that they hung an innocent man. 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. 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. Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands. (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. (You) See, Andy didn’t have many friends and he’d just lost him one. Well, Andy got scared and left the bar
(And went) Walkin’ on home ’cause he didn’t live far. 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. Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands. 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. That’s the night that they hung an innocent man.