Musical Mondays

OK here we go lol
I love this song. This song was what drove me to buy my first Reba tape...yes I said tape.
But today I present you with the original....followed by Reba's version for comparison purposes.
The original is by Vicki Lawrence...yes Mama from Mama's Family. I love her....she was actually a customer in my parents pet store oh so many years ago. She fed her dogs science diet Canine maintence way back then.
I have read that when she does stand up acts, she still performs this song which, was originally written by her husband at the time....
For some reason the 2 you tubes with this song are sound delayed....you see her put the mic down well before she stops a verse and pick it back up well before she starts.....but you get the point.
"The Night The Lights Went Down in Georgia"



Version #2 the one everyone knows by Reba.....(but remember mama did it first!)





THE WORDS:
He was on his way home from Candletop,
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 Wollo said hello,
And he said, "Hi, what's doin', Wo?"
Said, "Sit down. I got some bad news; it's gonna hurt."

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 Amos 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."

Chorus:
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 bloodstains on his hands

Well, Andy got scared and left the bar,
Walkin' on home 'cause he didn't live far
See, Andy didn't have many friends and he'd just lost him one
Brother thought his wife musta left town
So, he went home and finally found
The only thing Papa had left him 'n that was a gun

And he went off to Andy's house,
A-skippin' 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,
Said, "Supper's waitin' at home and I gotta get to it."

Chorus

Well, they hung my brother before I could say
The tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy's house and 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

Chorus