Biography:
A former staff writer for PolyGram Publishing in Nashville, Pettis' musical career was started in 1979 when Joan Baez covered one of his songs, "Song at the End of the Movie", on her album Honest Lullaby. Following that release, Pettis became heavily involved in the "Fast Folk movement" in New York in the 1980s alongside artists such as Shawn Colvin and Suzanne Vega.
In 1984, Pettis released his first independent solo album, Moments, followed by a string of releases for High Street Records; While the Serpent Lies Sleeping
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'neath Antebellum mansions
A Bm G
Where the ancient floorboards sag
Bm A
And Spanish moss sways gently as
Bm A G...
A tattered Rebel flag
Strolling past wrought iron fences
Tipped with rusty spikes
I felt the softness of your hand
You were beautiful that night
We walked in long shadows
Long after it was dark
Took our shoes off by the fountain
Down at the city park
Your flowered dress was clinging and
Your hair was stringy wet
We kissed beneath the white cascade
I never will forget
D
Georgia moon
G A
Hanging down like a tear
Bm
from God's own eye
G A Bm
Laying low in the bottom of the sky
G A Bm
Sneaking up on me like a thief in the night
A G
Every time it makes me think of you
G A D
Long ago beneath the Georgia moon
In the Confederate cemetery
A sentry stood on high
Expressionless despite
A fuselage of fireflies
On the graves of our grandfathers
Where the grass is long and cool
It was there we laid our blanket down
Like a flag of truce
On your mother's wide veranda
We said our last goodbyes
You were off to college by
The red dawn's early light
Now your memory still shines on me
Part Heaven and part Hell
Oh to reach for the roses, we
Must feel the thorns as well
'neath Antebellum mansions
A Bm G
Where the ancient floorboards sag
Bm A
And Spanish moss sways gently as
Bm A G...
A tattered Rebel flag
Strolling past wrought iron fences
Tipped with rusty spikes
I felt the softness of your hand
You were beautiful that night
We walked in long shadows
Long after it was dark
Took our shoes off by the fountain
Down at the city park
Your flowered dress was clinging and
Your hair was stringy wet
We kissed beneath the white cascade
I never will forget
D
Georgia moon
G A
Hanging down like a tear
Bm
from God's own eye
G A Bm
Laying low in the bottom of the sky
G A Bm
Sneaking up on me like a thief in the night
A G
Every time it makes me think of you
G A D
Long ago beneath the Georgia moon
In the Confederate cemetery
A sentry stood on high
Expressionless despite
A fuselage of fireflies
On the graves of our grandfathers
Where the grass is long and cool
It was there we laid our blanket down
Like a flag of truce
On your mother's wide veranda
We said our last goodbyes
You were off to college by
The red dawn's early light
Now your memory still shines on me
Part Heaven and part Hell
Oh to reach for the roses, we
Must feel the thorns as well
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