Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives
She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen
Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamour magazine
I've never seen a girl like that, in this country town
The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me
I went ......... crazy
We danced the hoochie-coochie, the tide was rollin' in
I was drownin' in a sea of romance
Then she popped the question in the back seat of my car
"If I let you love me would you let me call you, George"
I said, "Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)
Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones
I'll be your Georgie-Porgie, all night long
How was I to know what I was in for
I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George
By, by, by, by George
We bought a blue refrigerator, satellite and DVDs
A cozy little couch and Motorola TV
She loved to watch those pretty boys with California style
Like a jealous Mickey Rooney, George Clooney drove her wild
And I went ....... crazy
Well she started growin' distant, I felt her discontent
I couldn't make her happy with what I bought or spent
Her heart grew as cold as the air in the Norge
On which she left a note that read, "Bye George"
And I said, "Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)" yeah
She called me George Jetson, she called me George Jones
I was her Georgie-Porgie, now she's gone
How was I to know what I was in for
I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George
By, by, by, by, by
By, by, by, by, George
By George was written by Marty Stuart.