Twenty Miles from Marietta

Your Honor, Gentlemen of the Jury, and good people of Georgia

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

She had 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 factory 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 factory and their children are its slaves

People of Atlanta swing their city gates wide

And look at what you've wrought!