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.
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