Never Drink Whiskey in Georgia

I was ridin' fences down in Macon County, Leather worn and heart a little heavy, Stopped into a dim-lit honky-tonk on Broad, Where the neon buzzed and the jukebox played too loud. One drink turned to four, then the bottle called my name, Georgia whiskey burned just like an old flame. Oh, never drink whiskey in Georgia, boys, It'll steal your sense and leave you with no choice. I woke up in the pines with the dawn comin' slow, Horse long gone, boots torn, nowhere to go. Lost my way home on a lonesome dirt road, Never drink whiskey in Georgia, it'll break your soul. I saw her face in the bottom of that glass, The one who left me with nothin' but the past. Thought the liquor'd drown her memory away, But it just led me deeper into the gray. Stumbled through the peach trees in the midnight chill, Talkin' to the moon like it could pay my bill. Oh, never drink whiskey in Georgia, boys, It'll steal your sense and leave you with no choice. I woke up in the pines with the dawn comin' slow, Horse long gone, boots torn, nowhere to go. Lost my way home on a lonesome dirt road, Never drink whiskey in Georgia, it'll break your soul. Now I'm sittin' on this porch with a tin cup of black, Starin' at the horizon, wishin' I could take it back. That old cowboy pride got swallowed in the night, Chasin' one more swallow, losin' every fight. So never drink whiskey in Georgia, friend, It'll take you places you can't comprehend. I still hear that jukebox playin' soft and low, Callin' me a fool wherever I may go. Lost my way home, but I learned it well, Never drink whiskey in Georgia... it'll drag you to hell. No sir... never again.