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  • 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
  • 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