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One night in Georgia, just outside of Macon while the rain came down.
Jessie Ozark left her lying on the interstate fourteen miles from Jeffersonville.
He drove a 65 Chevy Impala headed north on the i95
Detective Stephens, Chief of Wichita, began to track him down, Atlantic side.

Are you wild like me? No I’m still running free

Don’t worry about what you gotta see
Don’t worry about what you gotta be
You can’t listen to the radio
Underneath that Georgia Moon

Jessie Ozark came from Memphis, Tennessee. He’d hustled everyone from county to city.
Got busted in Wichita and broke loose in 83’
Never had much of a family.
He hated women, loved his Wild Turkey.
Never had a place to call his own. Never a house or even a home.

Are you wild like me? No I’m still running free

Don’t worry about what you gotta see
Don’t worry about what you gotta be
You can’t listen to the radio
Underneath that Georgia Moon

Detective Stephens was a clever man.
Guided by the Devil's right hand.
You see they found his daughter lying on the interstate fourteen miles from Jeffersonville.
Oh lord he caught up with Jessie just outside of NYC. Shot him dead in an alleyway, so long old Jessie

Are you wild like me? No I’m still running free

Don’t worry about what you gotta see
Don’t worry about what you gotta be
You can’t listen to the radio
Underneath that Georgia Moon