Georgia Peaches

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 first time I saw her, a vivid picture in my dreams
A southern bell in soft white cotton, clinging to her like a breeze

Nothing's sweet as Georgia peaches, when you pick them for yourself
Wait too long there're out of season, they'll be gone to someone else

She ask me Boy where do you come from? Are you only passing through?
I'd like to know what brings you down here, I made her smile when I said YOU

A stolen moment too quickly faded, as she pulled away her hand
She said I?m sorry it's been taken, promised to another man

Nothing's sweet as Georgia peaches, when you pick them for yourself
Wait too long they're out of season, they'll be gone to someone else

Sometimes in dreams that Macon highway, winding through the lonesome pines
Takes me back to my favorite memory, of the Georgia girl I left behind

Nothing's sweet as Georgia peaches, when you pick them for yourself
Wait too long they're out of season, they'll be gone to someone else