Georgia In A Jug

Mason jars on the dresser filled with dollars and quarters

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

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 the jar

Tonight I'll buy my ticket 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

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