Way down south in Georgia Close to Augusta GA Down where the peach trees grow Where Elvis Presley used to stay On the Friday night When the sun was low And the house was warm and bright I'd pick up that guitar and start play And everything's alright Talkin' 'bout... Hey, hey, hey Hey Georgia Hey, hey, hey Hey Georgia We would dance to the music Get that 6 string way And everybody in the house was gettin' along Oh on serenade You never seen somebody So sweet and dirty all in one I've never seen the peaches kiss So ripe, that's what I want Talkin' 'bout... [Chorus: ]Everybody's talkin' 'bout Going down, going down Going down, Miss Georgia Brown Well Georgia Brown was a dreamer Oh what a pity So she jumped on a Greyhound bus And headed straight for New York City The big city was rough and tough It almost beat her down She got the gig, she rocked the crowd She's the talk of the town Now we're singing 'bout... [Chorus: ] Everybody sing about Going down, going down Going down, Miss Georgia Brown Hey, hey, Georgia Do you still remember me I've been sitting on the front porch Just waiting to see Your big old bus comes rollin' Right around the bend You need to jump right out Into my arms We can play that funk again We sing [Chorus: ] Georgia Brown Georgia Brown Come home to me Going down, going down Going down, Miss Georgia Brown Going down, going down Going down, Miss Georgia Brown