| 歌曲 | Georgia |
| 歌手 | Jackie Greene |
| 专辑 | Rusty Nails |
| 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 didnt have no cares | |
| she said: call me Georgia, call me a bad, bad girl | |
| call me anything in the whole wide world | |
| but dont you call me baby, cause I aint your girl | |
| just call me Georgia and honey Ill rock yer world | |
| she had a tattooed rose, she aint 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 dont you call me baby, cause I aint your girl | |
| just call me Georgia and honey Ill rock yer world | |
| I see her around sometimes, shes | |
| 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 |
| 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 |