Georgia Brown

Well, Johnny was a poor man on wrong side of town

He said he loved a girl named

Georgia Brown

Georgia's on the hip side living in sin

With Johnny who'd gone in vain

Oh, my Georgia

Brown Oh, my

Georgia Brown

Oh, my Georgia

Brown Oh, my

Lord, she had him running around

Georgia's in the

Cadillac, dressed as a nun

All the way, over on the passenger's side

Johnny leans in for a kiss on the cheek

But Georgia's in the driver's seat

Oh, my Georgia

Brown Oh, my

Georgia Brown

Oh, my Georgia

Brown Oh, my

Lord, she had him running around

Standing at the [?] on a

Saturday night

That's Georgia in the back, all dressed in white

Daddy's on the run with a permanent grin

And Johnny comes barging in, singing

Oh, my Georgia

Brown Oh, my

Georgia Brown

Oh, my Georgia

Brown Oh, my

Lord, she had him running around

Oh, my Georgia

Brown Oh, my

Georgia Brown

Oh, my Georgia

Brown Oh, my

Lord, she had him running around