Draggin' Shackles - Gary Stewart

Draggin' shackles down in Georgia

The mem’ry of her’s burnin' up my brain

Draggin' shackles down in Georgia

That woman’s every link in these old chains

James' House of Jewellery

Had the ring she liked the most

Just the thing I needed to win her hand

Now, James' House of Jewellery

Is a-missing one fine ring

And James says he isn’t sure I bought the ring

I’m draggin' shackles down in Georgia

The mem’ry of her’s burnin' up my brain

Draggin' shackles down in Georgia

That woman’s every link in these old chains

I get up ev’ry mornin'

Before the birds begin to sing

The only place I see you’s in a dream

And the cold chill of a captive heart

Makes me wish I were dead

Huntin' down the road with you in my arms, Lord I can’t

Instead, I’m draggin' shackles down in Georgia

The mem’ry of her’s burnin' up my brain

Draggin' shackles down in Georgia

That woman’s every link in these old chains

Draggin' shackles down in Georgia

The mem’ry of her’s burnin' up my brain

Draggin' shackles down in Georgia

That woman’s every link in these old chains