Текст песни George Leroy Chickashea - Porter Wagoner
                                                The 
                                                mixture 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                blood 
                                                that 
                                                flowed 
                                                through 
                                                his 
                                                veins
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                killed 
                                                his 
                                                conscience 
                                                and 
                                                filled 
                                                him 
                                                with 
                                                shame
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                was 
                                                part 
                                                white 
                                                part 
                                                black 
                                                part 
                                                red
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                how 
                                                he'd 
                                                got 
                                                the 
                                                name 
                                                George 
                                                Lorey 
                                                Chickashea
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                had 
                                                no 
                                                respect 
                                                or 
                                                feeling 
                                                for 
                                                anyone 
                                                including 
                                                himself
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                resented 
                                                every 
                                                man 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                there 
                                                was 
                                                no 
                                                salvation
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                hated 
                                                the 
                                                sight 
                                                of 
                                                cotton 
                                                fields 
                                                and 
                                                his 
                                                thoughts 
                                                of 
                                                planned 
                                                nations
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bitterness 
                                                set 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                afire 
                                                when 
                                                he'd 
                                                think 
                                                of 
                                                Indians 
                                                and 
                                                reservations
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                had 
                                                the 
                                                coldest 
                                                grey 
                                                eyes 
                                                I've 
                                                ever 
                                                saw 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                could 
                                                look 
                                                clear 
                                                through 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                back 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they'd 
                                                look 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                pieces 
                                                of 
                                                stone 
                                                when 
                                                he'd 
                                                stare
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                mixture 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                texture 
                                                of 
                                                his 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                hung 
                                                low 
                                                around 
                                                his 
                                                chinbones 
                                                never 
                                                high 
                                                above 
                                                his 
                                                chin
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                him 
                                                kill 
                                                    a 
                                                man 
                                                with 
                                                his 
                                                own 
                                                bare 
                                                hands 
                                                never 
                                                showin' 
                                                no 
                                                mercy 
                                                on 
                                                him
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                carried 
                                                    a 
                                                pistol 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                switchblade 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                tomahawk 
                                                with 
                                                him 
                                                night 
                                                and 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                meanest 
                                                man 
                                                that 
                                                ever 
                                                lived 
                                                George 
                                                Lorey 
                                                Chickashea
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah 
                                                he 
                                                had 
                                                the 
                                                quickness 
                                                of 
                                                lightning 
                                                and 
                                                could 
                                                run 
                                                like 
                                                an 
                                                antilope
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                feared 
                                                no 
                                                man 
                                                no 
                                                gun 
                                                or 
                                                rope
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                him 
                                                watch 
                                                    a 
                                                rattlesnake 
                                                bite 
                                                him 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                leg 
                                                he 
                                                never 
                                                batted 
                                                an 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                he 
                                                said 
                                                get 
                                                    a 
                                                taste 
                                                of 
                                                that 
                                                blood 
                                                crawl 
                                                out 
                                                there 
                                                and 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                locked 
                                                him 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                security 
                                                cell 
                                                in 
                                                Baton 
                                                Rouge 
                                                he 
                                                stayed 
                                                in 
                                                one 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                Iron 
                                                bars 
                                                couldn't 
                                                hold 
                                                George 
                                                Lorey 
                                                Chickashea
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                last 
                                                he 
                                                gave 
                                                himself 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                said 
                                                he 
                                                was 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                runnin' 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                they 
                                                spread 
                                                the 
                                                news 
                                                that 
                                                day 
                                                they'd 
                                                hang 
                                                George 
                                                Lorey 
                                                Chickashea
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                walked 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                thirteen 
                                                steps 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                trapdoor
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                stood 
                                                on 
                                                it 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                expression 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                minister 
                                                asked 
                                                him 
                                                if 
                                                he 
                                                wanted 
                                                to 
                                                pray
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                looked 
                                                toward 
                                                the 
                                                skies 
                                                and 
                                                said
 
                                    
                                
                                                God 
                                                inside 
                                                my 
                                                veins 
                                                flows 
                                                blood 
                                                of 
                                                red 
                                                all 
                                                mixed 
                                                with 
                                                black 
                                                and 
                                                white
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                no 
                                                race 
                                                or 
                                                creed 
                                                    I 
                                                pray 
                                                to 
                                                die 
                                                George 
                                                Lorey 
                                                Chickashea
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Out Of The Silence (Came A Song)
2 The Rubber Room
3 George Leroy Chickashea
4 Cassie
5 Fairchild
6 Indian Creek
7 Lonely Comin' Down
8 Bones
9 Jim Johnson
10 Lonelyville
11 My Many Hurried Southern Trips
12 Simple As I Am
13 Woman Hungry
14 The First Mrs. Jones
15 The Cold Hard Facts of Life
16 Shopworn
17 Julie
18 The Carroll County Accident
19 Let Me In
20 Wino
21 The Bottom of the Bottle
22 Nothing Between
23 Crumbs From Another Man's Table
24 He's Alone Again Tonight
25 Life Rides The Train
26 Little Boy's Prayer
27 The Party
28 Moments of Medition
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