Georgia Rae - John Hiatt

I know a girl, mess with your mind,

Shell come to you in the summer sometime

Shell talk about things you dont understand,

But you better keep to the matters at hand

Before the whole damn thing unwinds

She is beautiful, she is small

She dont wanna play basketball

Theres no tellin what she might do Before her doin days are through

But right now she cant even crawl

Georgia rae, ok, georgia rae

Georgia rae, whatd I say georgia rae

Your mother and I we did this act

In some hotel bout nine moths back

Now, its love that brings you here

A love that will not disappear

Georgia, honey, you can count on that

Bridge:

We were tired, shouldve been sleepin

But, like a fire, somethin came creepin, creepin, creepin

Your brother and sister dont understand

How your tiny feet and your tiny hands

Could carry the weight of a thousand earths

Into our little universe

But, georgia, we all think its grand