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  1. Georgia Plates

From the recording Storyteller

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GEORGIA PLATES
(Patrick Jason Matthews/Joe Leathers/Sam Tinnesz)

She was a Buckhead debutante
Bulldog sticker on her daddy bought Escalade
I was a Georgia Southern roughneck
Working for a paycheck catching keys all day
Parking Georgia plates

She handed me her pink ticket
Smiling saying wait a minute
Tell me, sugar, what’s your name
How ‘bout you keep the keys and turn me on
These rich boys all rub me wrong
So I fired her up and we rode away
Rocking Georgia plates

We put some red clay on that shiny black Escalade
Melted moonlight into sunrise
And wherever I go to this day
I still see her face everytime I see Georgia plates, Georgia plates

Somewhere south of Kennesaw
She whispered with a Southern drawl
Let’s pull off where the tall pines sway
We lit a wild night wildfire left a bed of wildflowers
Smoking as we drove away
Behind those Georgia plates

We put some red clay on that shiny black Escalade
Melted moonlight into sunrise
And wherever I go to this day
I still see her face everytime I see Georgia plates

H-O-T-D-A-W-G
Fulton Co. sitting right under that peach
It said H-O-T-D-A-W-G
I wonder if she ever thinks about me

And that red clay on that shiny black Escalade
Melting moonlight into sunrise
Yeah, wherever I go to this day
I still see her face every time I see Georgia plates
Georgia plates, Georgia plates, Georgia plates

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