Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches,
I'm movin to the country, gonna eat me a lot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches.
Peaches come, from a can,
They were put there by a man,
In a factory downtown.
And if I had my little way, Id eat peaches everyday,
Some suckin' bulgers in the shade.
Movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches.
I took a little nap on a root so twist,
Squished your rotten peach in my fist,
And dreamed about you, woman
I shoved my finger down inside, made a little room for a hand to hide,
Nature's candy in my hand or can, or pie.
Millions of peaches, peaches for me,
Millions of peaches, peaches for free,
(repeat till fade)
compositores: CHRIS BALLEW, DAVID MICHAEL DEDERER, JASON S. FINN
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