Georgia In a Jug

Mason jars on the dresser filled with dollars and quarters Savin' em' for our trip around the world But now that you changed your tune, there'll be no honeymoon So tonight I'm going there without you girl. I'm going down to Mexico, in a glass of tequila Going down to Puerto Rico, in a bottle of rum Going out to Honolulu, in a Mai Tai mug And I'm coming back home to Georgia, in a jug. We'll never ride that bus to Mexico City, that's a pity We'll never sail our ship into old San Juan You'll never walk with me, on the beach at Waikiki And we'll never share that brick suburban home. Today I'm taking that money out of that jar Tonight I'm buying my ticket, at the corner bar. I'm going down to Mexico, in a glass of tequila Going down to Puerto Rico, in a bottle of rum Going out to Honolulu, in a Mai Tai mug And I'm coming back home to Georgia, in a jug Yes, I'm coming back home to Georgia, in a jug...