I met her down in new orleans She was hanging out a bit Having a drink or two She bought a round, she sat on down And lit a cigarette and said: "Boy have you got a night ahead of you" Well maybe i was taken By the fancy way she walks Maybe it was the perfume in her hair Or maybe i just fell for her and the Southern way she talks: Talk like she didn't have no cares She said: "call me georgia, call me a bad, bad girl" "Call me anything in the whole wide world" "But don't you call me 'baby', cause i ain't your girl" "Just call me georgia and honey i'll rock yer world" She had a tattooed rose, she ain't afraid to show Yeah she drinks, she spits, she curses Drives the wrong way down the one way streets She keeps a whiskey bottle by her bed And a pistol in her purse, and she Can drive a strong man down to his beggin knees She said: "call me georgia, call me a bad, bad girl" "Call me anything in the whole wide world" "But don't you call me 'baby', cause i ain't your girl" "Just call me georgia and honey i'll rock yer world" I see her around sometimes, she's A hanging out a bit Having a drink or two (or three, or four) She starts that walkin' that smooth southern drawl And she hooks herself a more recent kind of fool