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Way down south in |
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GeorgiaClose to |
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Augusta GA |
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Down where the peach trees grow |
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Where Elvis |
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Presley used to stay |
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On the Friday night |
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When the sun was low |
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And the house was warm and bright |
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I'd pick up that guitar and start play |
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And everything's alright |
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Talkin' 'bout... |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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Hey Georgia |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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Hey Georgia |
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We would dance to the music |
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Get that 6 string way |
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And everybody in the house was gettin' along |
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Oh on serenade |
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You never seen somebody |
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So sweet and dirty all in one |
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I've never seen the peaches kiss |
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So ripe, that's what |
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I wantTalkin' 'bout...[Chorus: ] |
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Everybody's talkin' 'bout |
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Going down, going down |
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Going down, |
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Miss Georgia |
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BrownWell |
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Georgia Brown was a dreamer |
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Oh what a pity |
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So she jumped on a |
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Greyhound bus |
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And headed straight for |
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New York City |
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The big city was rough and tough |
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It almost beat her down |
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She got the gig, she rocked the crowd |
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She's the talk of the town |
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Now we're singing 'bout...[Chorus: ] |
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Everybody sing about |
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Going down, going down |
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Going down, |
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Miss Georgia |
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BrownHey, hey, |
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GeorgiaDo you still remember me |
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I've been sitting on the front porch |
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Just waiting to see |
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Your big old bus comes rollin' |
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Right around the bend |
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You need to jump right out |
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Into my arms |
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We can play that funk again |
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We sing[Chorus: ] |
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Georgia Brown |
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Georgia Brown |
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Come home to me |
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Going down, going down |
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Going down, |
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Miss Georgia |
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BrownGoing down, going down |
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Going down, |
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Miss Georgia |
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Brown |
