Lyrics

One night in Georgia Outside of Macon while the rain came down Jessie Ozark left her lying on the interstate Fourteen miles from Jeffersonville He drove a '65 Chevy Impala headed north on the I-95 Detective Stephens Chief of Wichita began to track him down Atlantic side And are you wild like me? No I'm still running free Don't worry about what you gotta see Don't worry about what you gotta be You can't listen to the radio Underneath that Georgia Moon La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Jessie Ozark came from Memphis, Tennessee He'd hustled every man from county to city Got busted down in Wichita And broke loose in '83 Never had much of a family He hated women, loved his Wild Turkey Never had a place to call his own Never a house or even a home And are you wild like me? No I'm still running free Don't worry about what you gotta see Don't worry about what you gotta be You can't listen to the radio Underneath that Georgia Moon La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Detective Stephens was a clever man Guided by the Devil's right hand You see they found his daughter lying on the interstate Fourteen miles from Jeffersonville Oh Lord, he caught up with Jessie just outside of NYC Shot him dead in an alleyway, so long old Jessie And are you wild like me? No I'm still running free Don't worry about what you gotta see Don't worry about what you gotta be You can't listen to the radio Underneath that Georgia Moon La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Writer(s): Daniel Edward Black, Julian Taylor, Jeremy Elliott, Darrell O'dea, Bruce Adamson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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