Georgia in a Jug

Mason jars on the dresser filled with dollars and quarters

Savin' em' for our trip around the world

But now that you changed your tune,there'll be no honeymoon

So tonight I'm going there without you girl.



I'm going down to Mexico, in a glass of tequila

Going down to Puerto Rico, in a bottle of rum

Going out to Honolulu, in a Mai Tai mug

And I'm coming back home to Georgia, in a jug.



We'll never ride that bus to Mexico City, that's a pity

We'll never sail our ship into old San Juan

You'll never walk with me, on the beach at Waikiki

And we'll never share that brick suburban home.



Today I'm taking that money out of that jar

Tonight I'm buying my ticket, at the corner bar.



I'm going down to Mexico, in a glass of tequila

Going down to Puerto Rico, in a bottle of rum

Going out to Honolulu, in a Mai Tai mug

And I'm coming back home to Georgia, in a jug



Yes, I'm coming back home to Georgia, in a jug...