Thick Georgia Woman Songtext
Thick Georgia woman, her body knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She move 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
Pour her rights in jar of wine
Talk about class in decline
In her chest is a treasure trove
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She move 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
Pour her rights in 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, her body knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart
Thick Georgia woman, where do you start
Stands over the sink in her weekend jeans
Gotta get the sand off of them greens
One quiet look, one quiet tone
A million lines though a megaphone
Come Sunday dress, JCPenny
Same top she wore to see Kevn Kinney
When others leave, she just stays
You don't hear that now a days
Thick Georgia woman, her body knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart Thick Georgia woman, where do you start
What she thinks 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
In air that don't ever dry
A feather down place to hide
For your dream genocide
It's supposed to wound, it's supposed to ache
It's somebody's deal you're supposed to take
Try not to judge, try not to curse
Cry on that bible til it burst
Thick Georgia woman, her body knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart
Thick Georgia woman, where do you start
A world of hurt in disguise, happy as hell otherwise
Thick Georgia woman, her body knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart
Thick Georgia woman, where do you start
Stands over the sink in her weekend jeans
Gotta get the sand off of them greens
One quiet look, one quiet tone
A million lines though a megaphone
Come Sunday dress, JCPenny
Same top she wore to see Kevn Kinney
When others leave, she just stays
You don't hear that now a days
Thick Georgia woman, her body knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart Thick Georgia woman, where do you start
What she thinks 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
In air that don't ever dry
A feather down place to hide
For your dream genocide
It's supposed to wound, it's supposed to ache
It's somebody's deal you're supposed to take
Try not to judge, try not to curse
Cry on that bible til it burst
Thick Georgia woman, her body knows
Basket of peaches under her clothes
She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart
Thick Georgia woman, where do you start
