Georgia

歌詞

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