We've moved on six miles from where we were yesterday

And yesterday is but a long long ways away

So we'll camp out tonight beneath the bright starlight

and forget rotten peaches and the places we've stayed



I left from the dockland two years ago now

Made my way over on the S.S. Marie

And I've always had trouble wherever I've settled

Rotten peaches are all that I see



Rotten peaches rotting in the sun

Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun

Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus I'm the one

Rotten peaches rotting in the sun



There ain't no green grass in a U.S. state prison

There is no one to hold when you're sick for your wife

And each day out you'll pick, you'll pick rotten peaches

You'll pick rotten peaches for the rest of your life



Oh I've had me my fill of cocaine and pills

for I lie in the light of the Lord

And my home is ten thousand, ten thousand miles away

And I guess I won't see it no more

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