Georgia Time

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 at
 So when I first kissed her lips, I know she damn 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 Phoenix 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