Из альбома: Wildflower
Way beyond the city lights
Lies the 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 laid for Sunday church
Mama raised us not to cuss.
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 Aldean
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
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
Whoa, whoa, whoa
yeah, ain't nothing sweeter than Georgia Peaches
Whoa, whoa, whoa
there's a reason why the boys pick
ain't nothing sweeter
ain't nothing sweeter
ain't nothing sweeter than
Georgia Peaches