Georgia Brown - G. Love & Special Sauce

Way down south in Georgia

Close to Augusta GA

Down where the peach trees grow

Where Elvis Presley used to stay

On the Friday night

When the sun was low

And the house was warm and bright

I’d pick up that guitar and start play

And everything’s alright

Talkin' 'bout…

Hey, hey, hey

Hey Georgia

Hey, hey, hey

Hey Georgia

We would dance to the music

Get that 6 string way

And everybody in the house was gettin' along

Oh on serenade

You never seen somebody

So sweet and dirty all in one

I’ve never seen the peaches kiss

So ripe, that’s what I want

Talkin' 'bout…

Everybody’s talkin' 'bout

Going down, going down

Going down, Miss Georgia Brown

Well Georgia Brown was a dreamer

Oh what a pity

So she jumped on a Greyhound bus

And headed straight for New York City

The big city was rough and tough

It almost beat her down

She got the gig, she rocked the crowd

She’s the talk of the town

Now we’re singing 'bout…

Everybody sing about

Going down, going down

Going down, Miss Georgia Brown

Hey, hey, Georgia

Do you still remember me

I’ve been sitting on the front porch

Just waiting to see

Your big old bus comes rollin'

Right around the bend

You need to jump right out

Into my arms

We can play that funk again

We sing

Georgia Brown

Georgia Brown

Come home to me

Going down, going down

Going down, Miss Georgia Brown

Going down, going down

Going down, Miss Georgia Brown