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Way beyond the city lights Lies a cowboys paradise Honeysuckle on the vine Growing up on Southern time Love to dance and love to flirt Ain't afraid of a little dirt We ain't late for Sunday church Mama raised us not to curse Whoa, our shorts' a little shorter 'cause the sun's a little hotter Sipping lemonade, while we're playin' in the water Whoa, whoa, whoa, ain't nothing sweeter than us Georgia Peaches Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's a reason why the boys pick the Georgia Peaches We grow where the grass is green We got home grown in our jeans We love country everything, from Alan Jackson to Aldean Whoa, our drawl will drive you crazy when we wink and call you baby You don't stand a chance once you've seen a southern lady Whoa, whoa, whoa, ain't nothing sweeter than us Georgia Peaches Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's a reason why the boys pick the Georgia Peaches Oh, ain't nothing sweeter Whoa, whoa, it don't matter where you're from come on in and have some fun We're gonna treat you like you're one of us Whoa, whoa, whoa, ain't nothing sweeter than Georgia Peaches Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's a reason why the boys pick the Georgia Peaches |