"Georgia Peaches" Lyrics

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

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

Whoa, our shorts' 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 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

Whoa, whoa, 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 the Georgia Peaches