Movin' to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,

I'm movin to the country, gonna eat me alot of peaches,

Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,

Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches.



Peaches come, from a can,

They were put there by a man,

In a factory downtown.

And if I had my little way, Id eat peaches everyday,

Some suckin' bulgers in the shade.



Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,

Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,

Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,

Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches.



I took a little nap on a root so twist,

Twist your rotten peach in my fist,

And dreamed about you, woman

I shoved my finger down inside, made a little place for it to hide,

Peaches in my hand or can, or pie.



Millions of peaches, peaches for me,

Millions of peaches, peaches for free,

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