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 tequela, 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 Tequela, 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.