Pressley Laton

Lyrics

Starr Larkin was one bad mother
Head honcho at the Christian school
In a podunk county in North Carolina
She’d crack a smile every couple blue moons

Smoked like a freight train
Two packs a day
Pall Mall butts outside the window in the grass
One day she found that Poplin boy smokin'
Laid that oak paddle to his ass

She called him Ol’ George, Ol’ George
He had a bite ‘bout as bad as a snake
Ol’ George, Ol’ George
He’d leave a mark for a couple of days
Burned like fire
Cut like a knife
He put the fear of God in our minds
Oh Ol’ George oh
Oh oh oh

Little leather loop at the end with a twist
Kept everything tight right around her wrist
We said, "Yes, ma'am; no, ma'am"
Never gave any lip because
We knew she wasn’t afraid to let him rip

Ol’ George, Ol’ George
He had a bite ‘bout as bad as a snake
Ol’ George, Ol’ George
He’d leave a mark for a couple of days
Burned like fire
Cut like a knife
He put the fear of God in our minds
Oh Ol’ George oh
Oh oh oh

Snuck through that window that she left unlocked
Stole him off the hook beside the grandfather clock
Took him to the woods and burned him to ash
Put him in a jar along with the match

So long, Ol’ George
You had a bite ‘bout as bad as a snake
Ol’ George, Ol’ George
You’d leave a mark for a couple of days
Burned like fire
Cut like a knife
Put the fear of God in our minds
So long, Ol’ George oh

So long, Ol’ George oh
Ol’ George
Ol’ George
Oh oh oh