Georgia Peach Lyrics

I met her on a Sunday, where the red clay meets the sky

Her laugh was like a fiddle tune, her smile a firefly

She said, "Boy, you talk too sweet, you better watch your pace"

But her eyes were dripping honey, couldn't look away from her face

She tastes like Georgia Peach, with a bite of regret

The kind of flavor that you never forget

She's a hymn for the broken, a hymn for the free

Yeah, she tastes like Georgia Peach, and she's trouble for me

She moves just like the summer, slow and hot and mean

With a voice like iced tea melting in the southern heat

Says she's tougher than the August sun, but soft as twilight rain

Georgia peaches grow so sweet, but Lord, they leave a stain

She tastes like Georgia Peach, with thunder inside

The sweetness that lingers, the storm she can't hide

She's the echo of midnight, the dawn out of reach

Yeah, she tastes like Georgia Peach, and seems way out of reach

She's the taste of stolen whiskey, warm and sharp and cruel

She'll play you like a melody, then vanish like a jewel

She sets your soul on fire, then whispers in your ear

"Don't you know I'm trouble, boy? That's why you're still here."

She tastes like Georgia Peach, with a bite of regret

The kind of flavor that you never forget

She's a hymn for the broken, a hymn for the free

Oh man, quite sure she is trouble for me

So here I stand, a foolish man, beneath the Georgia moon

Praying she don't change her mind before the season's through

She's the sweetness that can save you, the storm that pulls you in

A Georgia Peach with fire beneath her sugar-coated skin

She tastes like Georgia Peach, with thunder inside

The sweetness that lingers, the storm she can't hide

She's the echo of midnight, the dawn out of reach

Yeah, she tastes like Georgia Peach, and seems way out of reach