Sweet Georgia Peach     (Jerry Chambers)
from the album Morningstar (1978)

I got a bone to pick with all you foxy chicks
That you can look at but never touch
In your see-through gowns with your eyes
Rollin' 'round in your head
It's a doggone shame you're drivin' me insane
With your games

It just ain't fair the way you're hangin' there
Like a Sweet Georgia Peach
I got a line on you but my ten foot pole won't reach

You're a sweet, sweet thing from what I can see
And it looks like there isn't a flaw
But the way you keep your distance, honey
It ought to be against the law
It's a doggone shame you're drivin' me insane
With your games

It just ain't fair the way you're hangin' there
Like a Sweet Georgia Peach
I got a line on you but my ten foot pole won't reach

(Chorus)

Lead Vocals - Michael Edmunds
Piano - Shane Keister
Handclaps - Pegram Clap Ensemble

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