Twenty Miles from Marietta

Lyrics

[HUGH DORSEY, spoken] Your Honor, Gentlemen of the Jury, and good people of Georgia: (sung) There is a farmhouse in Marietta Kinda battered and forlorn And in that farmhouse, fourteen years ago A girl named Mary was born And she would dance in fields of cotton There was a tree where she could play But when her Daddy died, two years ago Mary and her Mama moved away It's only twenty miles from Marietta To a fact'ry in the center of this town And twenty miles was all it took To strike that sweet girl down People of Atlanta fought for freedom to their graves And now their city is a fact'ry and their children are its slaves People of Atlanta swing their city gates wide And look at what you've wrought!