By George

<br>Written by Marty Stuart <br><br>She was the finest lookin` woman, that I`ve ever seen<br>Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamour magazine<br>I`ve never seen a girl like that, in this country town<br>The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me<br>I went ......... crazy <br>We danced the hoochie-coochie, the tide was rollin` in<br>I was drownin` in a sea of romance<br>Then she popped the question in the back seat of my car<br>&quot;If I let you love me would you let me call you, George&quot;<br><br>I said, &quot;Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)<br>Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones<br>I`ll be your Georgie-Porgie, all night long<br>How was I to know what I was in for<br>I had it rockin` and a rollin` for a while, by George<br><br>By, by, by, by George<br><br>We bought a blue refrigerator, satellite and DVDs<br>A cozy little couch and Motorola TV<br>She loved to watch those pretty boys with California style<br>Like a jealous Mickey Rooney, George Clooney drove her wild<br>And I went ....... crazy<br><br>Well she started growin` distant, I felt her discontent<br>I couldn`t make her happy with what I bought or spent<br>Her heart grew as cold as the air in the Norge<br>On which she left a note that read, &quot;Bye George&quot;<br><br>And I said, &quot;Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)&quot; yeah<br>She called me George Jetson, she called me George Jones<br>I was her Georgie-Porgie, now she`s gone<br>How was I to know what I was in for<br>I had it rockin` and a rollin` for a while, by George<br><br>By, by, by, by, by<br>By, by, by, by, George