R. L. Burnside
Текст песни Peaches

Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches

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

I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches

Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches

Peaches come from a can, they were put there by a man

In a factory downtown

If I had my little way, I'd eat peaches everyday

Sun soaked in bowls just in the shade

Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches

Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches

I'm movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches

Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches

I took a little nap where the roots all twist

Squished a rotten peach in my fist

And dreamed about you woman

I poked my finger down inside, makin' a little room for a ant to hide

Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie

Millions of peaches, peaches for me

Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Millions of peaches, peaches for me

Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Look Out!

Millions of peaches, peaches for me

Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Millions of peaches, peaches for me

Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Look Out!