Georgia Peaches Lyrics - Lauren Alaina
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
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
Writer: DALY, BLAIR/PROCTOR, RACHEL/HOPE, MALLARY
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