Georgia Hard - Robbie Fulks Am C She said she was leaving G So I went to follow D C G Blind love and I-55 got me here Am C Dirty old salt truck G G/FEm in the smog before me Am C/B C D G And dear old Dixie, back in the rearview mirror Got a third-story walk-up With a view of the alley A mailroom job that isn't all glamour and fun The woman I came for Is gone to another Now my feet are just too planted to run Chorus: D C G But there's no Carolina Moon over Chicago D C G No bluegrass growin' out in my backyard Am Em No fields of sugarcane, no soft Virginia rain Am C/B C D G But damn, if this livin' ain't Georgia Hard Down on Halsted The women walk by me Like they can tell I haven't got a dollar to spare So it's into a side street For a beer and a sad song I guess some things are the same most everywhere Chorus Steel solo Guitar solo So please, Mr. Conwell Could you accept the charges When I told you "A cold day in Macon", I lied And if your pecan trees Still need a-shakin' I'll be back a-beggin' fast as the grey dog flies Chorus