I listened to this song hoping it might be related to the Georgia Crackers' song, but apparently not. It's a good song, worth having on its own, though.


GEORGIA STOCKADE BLUES
Written by Tom Delaney
As sung by Tom Delaney on "Male Blues of the Twenties, Vol. 2 (1923-1928)" (Document Records)

Days are dreary; nights seem long,
Down in Georgia on a stockade farm.
Doing time for a crime,
They found me guilty without one dime.

Guards all around me with their guns,
Shootin' me down like a rabbit if I start to run,
Five long years in a state stockade,
Working from sun to sun.

Evening goes; morning comes.
My daily task is never done.
Tippin' boxes, Lord, on a turpentine farm,
At night can't raise my arm.

Both legs shackled to a ball and chain,
Pleading for mercy, but it's all in vain,
Ankles all swollen, can't wear no shoes,
I've got the meanest kind of Georgia stockade blues.

[INSTRUMENTAL BREAK; REPEAT LAST VERSE]

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Sara Martin also sang this song on "Sara Martin, Vol. 3 (1924-1925)" (Document Records)