He owns a big estate, just south of Savannah, And a high-rise hotel in downtown Atlanta. And half the state of Georgia to his name. She'd be set for life in his colonial manor. He'd lay the world at her feet on a silver platter, But all I had to offer her was the moon... And she took the moon over Geor-gia. She'd rather have a million stars in the sky, Than a gold mine, She took the moon over Geor-gia. When it came down to his world or mine, She took the moon over Ge - or-gia. A little country house, in need of expansion, It's a far cry from his south Georgia mansion. But we've got our own paradise. Shadow dancing 'til dawn, with the full moon shinin', And those occasional clouds all have a silver lining. There really must be something about that old yellow light... 'Cause she took the moon over Geor-gia. She'd rather have a million stars in the sky, Than a gold mine, She took the moon over Geor-gia. When it came down to his world or mine, She took the moon over Ge - or - gia. She took the moon over Ge - or-gia