Georgia Peaches lyrics

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 [ steel ] 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 Georgia peaches Georgia peaches Georgia peaches Ripe for the picking underneath that Dixie moon... Georgia peaches Georgia peaches