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Thick Georgia woman, everybody knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She moves like a razor, she'll peel your heart
Thick Georgia woman, where do you start?
She's gonna lock the door, take off her bra
Call up her sister in Arkansas
For her rights and a jar of wine
Talk about class in decline
In her chest is a treasure trove
Rich as the groceries on the stove
A world of hurt in disguise
Happy as hell otherwise
Thick Georgia woman, everybody knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She moves like a razor, she'll peel your heart
Thick Georgia woman, where do you start?
Stand over the sink in her weekend jeans
Gotta get the sand off of them greens
One quiet look, one quiet tone
A million lies through a megaphone
Come Sunday, dress JC Penney
Same tops she wore to see Kev and Kenny
When others leave, she just stays
You don't hear that nowadays
Thick Georgia woman, everybody knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She moves like a razor, she'll peel your heart
Thick Georgia woman, where do you start?
What she think, only heaven knows
What she got ain't what she chose
There's sandy land, there's southern pride
There's Jesus saves, there's suicide
There's hair that reaches for the sky
And hair that don't ever dry
A feathered down place to hide
For your dream genocide
It's supposed to wound, it's supposed to ache
It's somebody's tail you're supposed to take
Try not to judge, try not to curse
Cry on that Bible 'til it bursts
Thick Georgia woman, everybody knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She moves like a razor, she'll peel your heart
Thick Georgia woman, where do you start?
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