Burnt The Sawmill Down

Tom : C
D C
Dirt road, Georgia, childhood days
G D
A sawmill way of life
Am
Where I grew up to love a rich girl
G D
Who could never be my wife
D C
And the roses near their mansion
G D
On a cool, southern ground
Am
She cut a memory into mine
G D
But I had to leave that town

[Refrão]
D C
Dirt poor, backwoods, I was raised
G D
Now the lawman's comin' 'round
Am
Mama said, "I raised a good boy
G D
But he burnt the sawmill down"

[Chorus]
Bm A
It's been years since I left Georgia
G D
And I left there on the run
C
They say her daddy's still in a rage
G F D
Over what I done
Bm A
But he shot at me for lovin' her
G D
Thought he run me outta town

[Próxima Parte]
C
But I hid until the mornin' light
G F D
Then I burned his sawmill down

[Instrumental]
D C G D

[Verse 2]
D C
I still love that long-haired girl
G D
There's a price tag on my head
Am
Her daddy owns the county law
G D
And if I go back there, I'm dead
D C
So I just dream of southern roses
G D
And miss the love we found
Am
Lord, I wish I'd never been born poor
G D
Or burnt the sawmill down

[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
C
But I hid until the mornin' light
G F D
Then I burned his sawmill down

[Outro 2x]
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