You gotcha corn up in Iowa grapevines in California

But down south in Savannah GA you got Georgia peaches

The cotton's high in Alabam ol' Virginia's cookin' country ham

I go to Hot-Lanta everytime I can for Georgia peaches

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The rice is ready out in Arkansas

Tobacco in Kentucky's growin' ten feet tall

But down in Macon I always fall for Georgia peaches



Ripe for the picking underneath that Dixie moon

When those peaches get to shakin' makes it hard to keep your cool

New York Dallas and LA all the pretty girls take my breath away

There must be magic in that old red clay they got Georgia peaches



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Ripe for the picking underneath that Dixie moon...

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