Georgia Lee Songtext

von Lincoln Durham

Oh Georgia Lee, she's like a spring time storm
She's gonna teach me to be withered, weathered and worn
Dresses all tattered and torn
She's gonna wallow in the mud
Born on the front porch of an old wood shack
She keeps everything she owns
In a torn up burlap sack
She gives no account for where she's at
When she gonna wallow in the mud?
Her eyes said hey
I said hey
I said hey, Georgia Lee
We gonna wallow in the mud
She's got no guitar
She claims was blessed by mother's hand
She can't play for much
But she can sure play that hoochie koochie, man
She's a glad to show you anytime she can
That she can wallow in the mud
She's a wild child of the age of 32
You ask her what she's looking at
She says roper, I'm looking straight at you
Yea now watchya gonna do?
We're gonna wallow in the mud
Her eyes said hey
I said hey
I said hey, Georgia Lee
We're gonna wallow in the mud