Georgia Time - Riley Green

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 in

So when I first kissed her lips

I know she d**n 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 Phenix 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