Текст песни Lauren Alaina - Georgia Peaches

Way beyond the city lights
Lies the cowboys paradise
Honeysuckle on the vine
Growing up on serpentine

Love to dance and love to flirt
I 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 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 Albena
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

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