Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia We on the grind in, Georgia All the time,it ain't Nothing on my mind but - Georgia We ain't playing with you Country name , Country slang, Fiend at the liquor store, Lac' cruisin' , crap shooting,

Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here I can come over there And pick you up, that's right On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do And you just want something to do All you

I get higher and lower Holdin' hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickel in the graveyard machine Like a tired soldier With nothin' to shoot I just found me a bottle of blues Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe To want