Lyrics:
the traffic down at 5th and Main?
(Sweet Georgia, Georgia Brown)
Who drives all the young lads insane?
(Sweet Georgia, Georgia Brown)
I ain't gonna leave
these lookout boys is hawkin'
You gotta be brave in the state of Georgia
I got five Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my
these lookout boys is hawkin'
You gotta be brave in the state of Georgia
I got five Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my
in Georgia
Though not always for the best
Give me thirty five good acres lord
And let progress take the rest
Talking about oh Georgia take me
From a kiss to a small spark, in a heartbeat a raging fire
With hungry flames burning higher, Georgia gave to her desire
She said no for so long,
boy, you're your mama's only son
She's at home and she's been praying for you
So what about Georgia?
Saw your sister yesterday
Austin's five
I broke jail in Oconee, Georgia, changed my name to Jimmy Bill
I was wanted for some time that I had killed
Oh, I shot down Martha Hawkins and I
to do.
You know what, Otis?
What?
You're country.
That's all right.
You straight from the Georgia woods.
That's good.
You know what? You wear
A story bout a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear cause he played what
all I know to do.
You know what, Otis?
What?
You're country.
That's all right.
You straight from the Georgia woods.
That's good.
You know what?
Well them four walls of Raiford, closing in on me
Doin' three to five hard labor, for armed robbery
I had two years behind me, but I could not wait
Well them four walls of Raiford, closing in on me
Doin' three to five hard labor, for armed robbery
I had two years behind, but I could not wait
all I know to do
(You know what, Otis?) what? (you're country)
That's all right (you straight from the Georgia woods) that's good!
(You know what,
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some o' them all
all I know to do
(You know what, Otis?) what? (you're country)
That's all right (you straight from the Georgia woods) that's good!
(You know what,
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some o' them all
I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some o'them all night
and luck
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some o' them
Atlanta, Georgia, here we come
Royal Peacock, y'all
Miami, Florida, going to the Island Club
Step over in Memphis
Going to the Hippo Drome
Everybody's
It was July hot 'cross Georgia on my way to myrtle beach
I just got my diploma so I set out in search of me
The honeymoon was over and Alabama was
I'd like another try at twenty-five or was it twenty six?
Met a girl from Georgia, smart and pretty, college grad
I thought my luck was changin' but
all I know to do
(You know what, Otis?) what? (you're country)
That's all right (you straight from the Georgia woods) that's good!
(You know what,
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hanging they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hanging they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
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