You ain't nothing but a hound in Georgia, just crying inside. You make me look like a hound in Georgia, crying outside. There you ain't nothing but a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine. Well, they said you were just high class, well, that was just a lie. Yeah, you ain't nothing but a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine. You ain't nothing but a hound in Georgia, crying all the time. You ain't nothing but a hound in Georgia, crying all the time. Well, you ain't nothing but a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine. Well, they said you were just high class, well, that was just a lie. Well, they said you were just high class, well, that was just a lie. Yeah, you ain't nothing but a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. They said you were just high, well, that was just a lie. You know they said you were high class, well, that was just a lie. War is through, a party in the county jailers Little land was there, they began to wait The land was jumping and the yard began to swing You could have heard them lockstabbed them, but they didn't let her off Everybody let her off Everybody in old Fairport Put their hands to the jailer's rock Find another place, and if that's the point Little girl was rolling on the tight drum bones Some were forcing her to go with black boom bang The whole rhythm section wanted her to go with black boom bang Everybody let her off Everybody in old Fairport Put their hands to the jailer's rock Number 47 said to number 3 If you would have killed a camper that I ever did see I'd still be delighted with your pomp and me Everybody let her off Everybody in old Fairport Put their hands to the jailer's rock Number 47 said to number 3 If you would have killed a camper that I ever did see I'd still be delighted with your pomp and me Everybody let her off Everybody in old Fairport Put their hands to the jailer's rock The rocker's tone was over in the corner weeping all alone But once anybody knows your beatin' those squares You can't fight a party with yous'a wooden jailer's rock Everybody let her off Everybody in old Fairport Put their hands to the jailer's rock Number 50 said to number 5 The one looking out against the break of break Rockin' time to shift candy, sad to make a nick I wanna take a round of water, get a bottle of kicks and rock Everybody let her off Everybody in old Fairport Put their hands to the jailer's rock Standin' to the jailer's rock Standin' to the jailer's rock Standin' to the jailer's rock Standin' to the jailer's rock Standin' to the jailer's rock