Georgia - Jackie Greene

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