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Mason jars on the dresser, filled with dollars, and quarters,
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Savin' em' for our trip around the world,
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But now that you changed your tune, there'll be no honeymoon,
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So tonight I'm going there without you girl.
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I'm going down to Mexico, in a glass of tequela,
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Going down to Puerto Rico, in a bottle of rum,
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Going out to Honolulu, in a mai tai mug,
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And I'm coming back home to Georgia, in a jug.
D G E
We'll never ride that bus to Mexico City, that's a pity,
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We'll never sail our ship into Old San Juan,
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You'll never walk with me, on the beach at Waikiki,
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And we'll never share that brick suburban home.
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Today I'm taking that money out of that jar,
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Tonight I'm buying my ticket, at the corner bar,
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I'm going down to Mexico, in a glass of Tequela,
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Going down to Puerto Rico, in a bottle of rum,
G E
Going out to Honolulu, in a Mai Tai mug,
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And I'm coming back home to Georgia, in a jug,
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Yes, I'm coming back home to Georgia, in a jug.
Written by Bobby Braddock