Georgia Lyric
by N/A
I met her down in new orleans
She was hanging out a bit
Having a drink or two
She bought a round, she sat on down
And lit a cigarette and said:
"boy have you got a night ahead of you"
Well maybe i was taken
By the fancy way she walks
Maybe it was the perfume in her hair
Or maybe i just fell for her and the
Southern way she talks:
Talk like she didn't have no cares
She said: "call me georgia, call me a bad, bad girl"
"call me anything in the whole wide world"
"but don't you call me 'baby', cause i ain't your girl"
"just call me georgia and honey i'll rock yer world"
She had a tattooed rose, she ain't afraid to show
Yeah she drinks, she spits, she curses
Drives the wrong way down the one way streets
She keeps a whiskey bottle by her bed
And a pistol in her purse, and she
Can drive a strong man down to his beggin knees
She said: "call me georgia, call me a bad, bad girl"
"call me anything in the whole wide world"
"but don't you call me 'baby', cause i ain't your girl"
"just call me georgia and honey i'll rock yer world"
I see her around sometimes, she's
A hanging out a bit
Having a drink or two (or three, or four)
She starts that walkin' that smooth southern drawl
And she hooks herself a more recent kind of fool
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