Raised in Tennessee Still got that Georgia mud stuck on me Whiskey flows just like the Mississip' Still got the taste of you, girl, stuck on my lips Take me Take me Take me Take me down Take me down to the Georgia mud It could be dirty, and it could be rough Take me down to the Georgia mud, come on Georgia mud A burning fire, it hurts, burning inside of me Just wish that girl could be from Tennessee Take me Take me Take me Take me down Take me down to the Georgia mud It could be dirty, and it could be rough Take me down to the Georgia mud You ain't got it all but you got enough Take me down to the Georgia mud It could be dirty, it could be rough Take me down to the Georgia mud, come on Ha! Georgia mud Oh, oh oh oh Take me down to the Georgia mud It could be dirty, and it could be rough Take me down to the Georgia mud You ain't got it all but you got enough Take me down to the Georgia mud It could be dirty, it could be rough Take me down to the Georgia mud, come on Ha! Georgia mud Yeah-heah Georgia mud