Georgia Peaches

(album: Wildflower - 2011)

Way beyond the city lights
Lies a cowboys paradise
Honeysuckle on the vine
Growing up on Southern time

Love to dance and we love to flirt
Ain't afraid of a little dirt
We ain't late for Sunday church
Mama raised us not to curse

Our shorts' a little shorter 'cause the sun's a little hotter
Sipping lemonade, while we're playing in the water

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

We grow where the grass is green
We got home grown in our jeans
We love country everything,
From Alan Jackson to Aldean

Whoa, our drawl will drive you crazy when we wink 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

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, yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa, ain't nothing sweeter than Georgia Peaches
Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's a reason why the boys pick...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, ain't nothing sweeter than the Georgia Peaches
Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's a reason why the boys pick the Georgia Peaches

Ain't nothing sweeter than Georgia Peaches