| I was on my way from Daulton, headed for Atlanta
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| Thinking about that girl I left behind
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| When a voice so soft and tender floated down to me from the window
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| Would you like a taste of my sweet peach Georgia wine?
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| Well she showed me to the backdoor and she told me what it was for
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| Said you can come back and see me any old time
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| And just as I was going that old sheriff must have gone in
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| Said boy you’ve been in my sweet peach Georgia wine
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| Now hows I supposed to know she was the sheriff’s daughter
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| She was only sweet sixteen but she looked a lot older
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| Well i guess I’ve learned my lesson son
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| You know I’m doing my 10 to 21
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| Just for tasting that sweet peach Georgia wine
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| Organ solo
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| Now hows I supposed to know she was the sheriff’s daughter
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| She was only sweet sixteen but she looked a lot older
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| Well i guess I’ve learned my lesson son
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| You know I’m doing my 10 to 21
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| Just for tasting that sweet peach Georgia wine
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| Bridge
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| If I ever get out of this jail house, I ain’t gonna slowdown
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| Till I reach that Georgia boarder line
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| Well maybe one quick stop down in Macon
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| Cause i hate to leave these parts and not take it
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| One more sip of sweet peach Georgia wine
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| Now hows I supposed to know she was the sheriff’s daughter
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| She was only sweet sixteen but she looked a lot older
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| Well I guess I’ve learned my lesson son
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| You know I’m doing my 10 to 21
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| Just for tasting that sweet peach Georgia wine |