Going to Georgia

The grave will decay you

And turn you to dust

And there ain't one in ten thousand men

That a woman can trust

They'll hug you, they'll kiss you

And tell you more lies

Than the crossties in the railway

Or the stars in the skies

The stars in the skies

Come all you young ladies

Take a warning by me

And never place your affections

On a green growing tree

They'll hug you, they'll kiss you

They'll tell you more lies

Than the crossties in the railway

Or the stars in the skies

Thе stars in the skies

I'm going to Georgia

I'm going to roam

I'm going to Gеorgia

For to make it my home

To make it my home