Georgia Moon

One night in Georgia

Outside of Macon while the rain came down

Jessie Ozark left her lying on the interstate

Fourteen miles from Jeffersonville

He drove a '65 Chevy Impala

Headed north on the I-95

Detective Stephens Chief of Wichita began to track him down

Atlantic side

And are you wild like me? No, I'm still running free

Don't worry 'bout what you gotta see

Don't worry 'bout what you gotta be

You can't listen to the radio

Underneath that Georgia moon

Jessie Ozark came from Memphis, Tennessee

He'd hustled every man from county to city

Got busted down in Wichita

And broke loose in '83

Never had much of a family

He hated women, loved his Wild Turkey

Never had a place to call his own

Never a house or even a home

And are you wild like me? No, I'm still running free

Don't worry 'bout what you gotta see

Don't worry 'bout what you gotta be

You can't listen to the radio

Underneath that Georgia moon

Detective Stephens was a clever man

Guided by the devil's right hand

You see, they found his daughter lying on the interstate

Fourteen miles from Jeffersonville

And, oh Lord, he caught up with Jessie

Just outside of NYC

Shot him dead in an alleyway

So long, old Jessie

And are you wild like me? No, I'm still running free

Don't worry 'bout what you gotta see

Don't worry 'bout what you gotta be

You can't listen to the radio

Underneath that Georgia moon