| Way down south in Georgia
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| Close to Augusta GA
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| Down where the peach trees grow
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| Where Elvis 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 I want
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| Talkin' 'bout…
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| Everybody’s talkin' 'bout
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| Going down, going down
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| Going down, Miss Georgia Brown
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| Well Georgia Brown was a dreamer
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| Oh what a pity
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| So she jumped on a Greyhound bus
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| And headed straight for 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…
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| Everybody sing about
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| Going down, going down
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| Going down, Miss Georgia Brown
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| Hey, hey, Georgia
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| Do 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
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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, Miss Georgia Brown
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| Going down, going down
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| Going down, Miss Georgia Brown |