| We’ve moved on six miles from where we were yesterday
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| And yesterday is but a long long ways away
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| So we’ll camp out tonight beneath the bright starlight
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| And forget rotten peaches and the places we’ve stayed
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| I left from the dockland two years ago now
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| Made my way over on the S.S. Marie
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| And I’ve always had trouble wherever I’ve settled
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| Rotten peaches are all that I see
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| Rotten peaches rotting in the sun
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| Seems I’ve seen that devil fruit since the world begun
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| Mercy I’m a criminal, Jesus I’m the one
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| Rotten peaches rotting in the sun
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| There ain’t no green grass in a U.S. state prison
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| There is no one to hold when you’re sick for your wife
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| And each day out you’ll pick, you’ll pick rotten peaches
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| You’ll pick rotten peaches for the rest of your life
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| Oh I’ve had me my fill of cocaine and pills
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| For I lie in the light of the Lord
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| And my home is ten thousand, ten thousand miles away
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| And I guess I won’t see it no more |