Ê ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ GEORGIA IN A JUG Ê 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, thery'll be no 
honeymoon, So tonight I'm going there without you girl. Ê 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. Ê 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. Ê 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 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. Ê Yes, I'm coming back home to Georgia, in 
a jug.