Georgia Time

Spring break down in Panama City, it was two thousand and somethin' I don't remember a single bar, that we didn't show up drunk at So when I first kissed her lips, I know she damn sure tasted whiskey But she didn't seem to mind

I told her I'm from Alabama, she said hell I am too She said she was a roll tide fan, I said I bleed orange and blue She said she had a man back home that she'd been leavin' for some time He lived just across the Georgia line

Well she's all Alabama, but she's got her feet stuck in the Georgia clay Told me she's from Montgomery, but I've seen those Georgia plates And every time she gets alone with me, I see Georgia on her mind Well she's all Alabama, but she's stuck on Georgia time

Well I got a little bit of huntin' land just outside of Phoenix City And even though it's right down the road, she couldn't find the time to see me Well pretty soon it's just a text she'd send with a line from her favorite song But I was writin' one of my own

Well she's all Alabama, but she's got her feet stuck in the Georgia clay And she's got a couple bulldog jerseys, but she's never seen them play And every time she gets alone with me, I see Georgia on her mind Well she's all Alabama, but she's stuck on Georgia time

Well she's hung up on another man, and I've done all I can do She don't seem to understand, that we've got pines here too

Well she's all Alabama, but she's got her feet stuck in the Georgia clay Told me she's from Montgomery, but I've seen those Georgia plates And every time she gets alone with me, I see Georgia on her mind Well she's all Alabama, but she's stuck on Georgia time

She's stuck on Georgia time