Down To Georgia

Down to Georgia my sister and I went, We heard the weather was heaven sent; bought a ranch house on three acres, was in foreclosure, but had no takers; For two years we worked very hard, fixing the driveway and the large yard; cut the pine trees, they kill all my grass, put up a tower with a big bell of brass; put up a greenhouse to grow my plants, poisoned the yard to kill the fire ants; then one day my sister became ill, the doctor said, better draw up a will; for three weeks, she just stayed in bed, then one gloomy day she was dead; now a Connecticut yankee stuck alone, looking for a good women to bring home.