“The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia” is a song that feels like it’s etched into the very soul of Southern Gothic storytelling. Sung with a haunting fervor by Vicki Lawrence in 1972, it’s a tale wrapped in mystery, justice, and a chilling twist of fate that echoes through the deep pines of a small town in Georgia.
From its opening notes, the song sets a somber tone, a prelude to the dark story that unfolds. The narrative is gripping—a tale of betrayal, murder, and the misdirected justice that follows. What makes this song resonate so deeply isn’t just its story, but how it captures the essence of the South with its vivid imagery and a sense of foreboding that seems to loom like a thick fog.
The lyrics, penned by songwriter Bobby Russell, are a masterclass in storytelling. Each line is a brushstroke in a larger painting, depicting a town where secrets are as thick as the Georgia summer air. The song’s protagonist tells a tale that begins with a sense of unease: “He was on his way home from Candletop…” and weaves through a landscape of deception and revenge, concluding with an unforgettable revelation that turns everything on its head.
As the song unfolds, it’s not just the story that captures you; it’s the mood it conjures. It feels like sitting on a creaky porch in the twilight, the air thick with the threat of a storm and the scent of magnolia, as a friend recounts a tale that’s been passed down through generations. It’s the kind of song that stays with you, haunting you with its melody and the ghostly justice it narrates.
“The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia” isn’t just a song; it’s an experience. It’s a journey into a night that’s as dark as the human heart, yet illuminated by the fire of storytelling at its best. It makes you feel the weight of history and the power of a well-told tale, ensuring that the lights will never truly go out on this Southern classic.
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Lyrics
He was on his way home from Candletop
Been two weeks gone and he thought he’d stop
At Web’s and have him a drink ‘fore he went home to her
Andy Wo-Lo said, “Hello”
He said, “Hi, what’s new?”
And Wo said, “Sit down, I got some bad news that’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’ve been gone, she’s been seeing that Amos boy, Seth”
Now he got mad and he saw red
Andy said, “Boy, don’t you lose your head
‘Cause to tell you the truth, I’ve been with her myself”
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
Andy got scared and left the bar
Walking on home ’cause he didn’t live far, you see
Andy didn’t have many friends and he just lost him one
Brother thought his wife must have left town
So he went home and finally found
The only thing Daddy had left him, and that was a gun
He went off to Andy’s house
Slipping 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 lying on the floor
In a puddle of blood, and he started to shake
The Georgia patrol was making their rounds
So he fired a shot, just to flag ’em down
A big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said
“Why’d you do it?”
The judge said “guilty” on a make-believe trial
Slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile
Said, “Supper’s waiting at home and I got to get to it”
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, 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 cheating wife had never left town
That’s one body that’ll never be found
You see little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun
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
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