Georgia Moon

One night in Georgia
Outside of Macon while the rain came down
Jessie Ozark left her lying on the interstate
Fourteen miles from Jeffersonville
He drove a '65 Chevy Impala headed north on the I-95
Detective Stephens Chief of Wichita began to track him down
Atlantic side

And are you wild like me?
No I'm still running free

Don't worry about what you gotta see
Don't worry about what you gotta be
You can't listen to the radio
Underneath that Georgia Moon

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Jessie Ozark came from Memphis, Tennessee
He'd hustled every man from county to city
Got busted down in Wichita
And broke loose in '83
Never had much of a family
He hated women, loved his Wild Turkey
Never had a place to call his own
Never a house or even a home

And are you wild like me?
No I'm still running free

Don't worry about what you gotta see
Don't worry about what you gotta be
You can't listen to the radio
Underneath that Georgia Moon

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Detective Stephens was a clever man
Guided by the Devil's right hand
You see they found his daughter lying on the interstate
Fourteen miles from Jeffersonville
Oh Lord, he caught up with Jessie just outside of NYC
Shot him dead in an alleyway, so long old Jessie

And are you wild like me?
No I'm still running free

Don't worry about what you gotta see
Don't worry about what you gotta be
You can't listen to the radio
Underneath that Georgia Moon

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Edward Black, Julian Taylor, Jeremy Elliott, Darrell O'dea, Bruce Adamson
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