Way down south in Georgia
Close to Augusta, GA
Down where the peach trees grow
Where Elvis Presley used to stay

On 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 six string way
And everybody in the house was gettin' along
Oh, what a sound it made

You never seen somebody
So sweet and dirty all in one
I've never seen the peaches get so ripe
That's what I want, talkin' 'bout

Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia
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
But se got the gig, she rocked the crowd
She's the talk of the town

Now we're singing 'bout
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia
Everybody sing about
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia

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 in my arms
We can play that funk again

We sing
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia
Everybody sing it now
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia
Hey, hey, hey, hey Georgia

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