Georgia in a Jug - Blake Shelton

Mason jars on the dresser

Filled with quarters and dollars saving them for our trip around the world

But now you’ve changed your tune

There’ll be no honeymoon

So I’m going there without you girl

I’m going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila

Going down to Purto Rico in a bottle of rum

Going to Honolulu in a mai tai mug

Then I’m coming back home to

Georgia in a jug

We’ll never ride that bus to Mexico City

It’s a pity we’ll never sail our ship into Waikiki and

We’ll never share that brick suburban home

Today I’m taking that money out of the jar

Tonight I’ll buy my ticket down at the corner bar

I’m going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila

Going down to Purto Rico in a bottle of rum

Going to Honolulu in a mai tai mug

Then I’m coming back home to

Georgia in a jug