Way beyond the city lights Lies the cowboys paradise Honeysuckle on the vine Growing up on serpentine
Love to dance and love to flirt I ain’t afraid of a little dirt We ain’t laid for Sunday church Mama raised us not to curse
Whoa, our short’s a little shorter cause the sun’s a little hotter Sipping lemonade, while we’re playin’ in the water Whoa, whoa, whoa, ain’t nothing sweeter than Georgia Peaches Whoa, whoa, whoa, there’s a reason why the boys pick the Georgia Peaches
We grow where the grass is green We got home grown in our dreams We love country everything, from Alan Jackson to Albena Whoa, our drum will drive you crazy when we wake and call you baby You don’t stand a chance once you’ve seen a southern lady
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ain’t nothing sweeter than us Georgia Peaches Whoa, whoa, whoa, there’s a reason why the boys pick the Georgia Peaches Oh, ain’t nothing sweeter
Whoa, whoa, it don’t matter where you’re from come on in and have some fun We’re gonna treat you like you’re one of us
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ain’t nothing sweeter than Georgia Peaches Whoa, whoa, whoa, there’s a reason why the boys pick the Georgia PeachesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
