I can go to Georgia and talk to James Oglethorpe
Ask him 'what’s a peach to a peach?'
Bet he’s a fucking dork
I could tell a story with all these rag-times
I could write a story from all these good times
I found a nickel at the foot of the blue ridge mountains
Asked if five cents was enough
To buy my love back from the dead
But Peter said there’s not much left
Yet a penny for my sentiments
But I could love like a rolling stone
(We got something to say, always
Always, always)
Make a peach pie for my mom back home
We got something to say, always
Always, always
(We got something to say, always
Always, always)