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Movin' to the country Gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country Gonna eat me a lot of peaches Movin' to the country Gonna eat a lot of peaches

Well, you can see her walkin' down on Peachtree Street She got high-heeled shoes and a dot on her cheek She's lookin' good, she's headed downtown Ain'

Last Sunday morning, the sunshine felt like rain The week before, they all seemed the same With the help of God and true friends, I've come to realize

Crossroads Seem to come and go, yeah The Gypsy flies From coast to coast Knowing many, loving none Bearing sorrow havin' fun But back home he'll always

Way down south round Macon Georgia, where the sweetest peaches grow. I wondered there to take my chances, Twenty some odd years ago. I?ll not forget

'Cause I wanna take you downtown Show you my thing, show you my thing 'Cause I wanna take you downtown Show you my thing, show you my thing Go down,

Suck Suck it up Suck it all Suck and let go Suck Suck it up Suck it all Suck and let go Suck Suck it all Suck it up Suck and let go Suck and let go

Triple bypass at the double A Triple X, here it comes Make sure you can hear me before you speak up And then mothafuckas step up I like the innocent

I'm a street walking cheetah With a heart full of napalm I'm a runaway son Of the nuclear A-bomb I am the world's forgotten boy The one who searches