Georgia Lee

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