Way beyond the city lights
Lies the cowboys paradise
Honeysuckle on the vine
Growing up on serpentine
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 curse
Whoa, our short's a little shorter cause our sun's a little hotter
Sipping lemonade, while we're playin' 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 homegrown in our genes
We love country everything, from Alan Jackson to Aldean
We'll 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
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 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, sweeter than Georgia Peaches
© 2024 Cloverlyrics.com