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Written by |
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Marty Stuart |
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She was the finest lookin' woman, that |
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I've ever seen |
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Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamour magazine |
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I've never seen a girl like that, in this country town |
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The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me |
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I went ......... crazy |
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We danced the hoochie-coochie, the tide was rollin' in |
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I was drownin' in a sea of romance |
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Then she popped the question in the back seat of my car "If I let you love me would you let me call you, George" |
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I said, "Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby) Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones I'll be your Georgie-Porgie, all night long How was I to know what I was in for I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George By, by, by, by George We bought a blue refrigerator, satellite and DVDs A cozy little couch and Motorola TV She loved to watch those pretty boys with California style Like a jealous Mickey Rooney, George Clooney drove her wild And I went ....... crazy Well she started growin' distant, I felt her discontent I couldn't make her happy with what I bought or spent Her heart grew as cold as the air in the Norge On which she left a note that read, " |
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Bye George" And I said, " |
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Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)" yeah She called me George Jetson, she called me George Jones I was her Georgie-Porgie, now she's gone How was I to know what I was in for I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George By, by, by, by, by By, by, by, by, George |
