Georgia In A Jug

Mason jars on the dresser filled with quarters and dollars

Saving them for our trip around the world

But now you've 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

Heading out to Honolulu in a Mai Tai mug

Then 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'll buy my ticket

Down 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

Heading out to Honolulu in a Mai Tai mug

Then I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug

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