Movin' to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat me alot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches.
Peaches come, from a can,
They were put there by a man,
In a factory downtown.
And if I had my little way, Id eat peaches everyday,
Sun soakin' bulges in the shade.
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot 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, make a little room for an ant to hide,
Nature's candy in my hand, or can, or 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!
(repeat till fade)
Presidents of the United States of America The - Peaches Lyrics
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Movin' to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat me alot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches.
Peaches come, from a can,
They were put there by a man,
In a factory downtown.
And if I had my little way, Id eat peaches everyday,
Sun soakin' bulges in the shade.
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot 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, make a little room for an ant to hide,
Nature's candy in my hand, or can, or 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!
(repeat till fade)
Movin' to the country, gonna eat me alot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches.
Peaches come, from a can,
They were put there by a man,
In a factory downtown.
And if I had my little way, Id eat peaches everyday,
Sun soakin' bulges in the shade.
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot of peaches,
Movin to the country, gonna eat alot 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, make a little room for an ant to hide,
Nature's candy in my hand, or can, or 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!
(repeat till fade)
Writer: CHRIS BALLEW, DAVID MICHAEL DEDERER, JASON S. FINN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing