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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