Georgia's Laugh Inn
At Georgia's Laugh Inn
there's no liquor,
no credit cards,
just cash.
There aint no
whiskey between
ol' bar stools
ragged beards
and confederate caps.
At Georgia's you can gamble,
there's poker, cards
and dice.
The airs a sea of smoky Marbolo
The perfumes sea salt with bud light.
At Georgia's you can step down,
to the coast of the old south.
Get a laugh in at her Laugh Inn,
before wandering
someplace else.
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