| I was born in Mississippi
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| Raised in Tennessee
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| I was born in Mississippi
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| An I’s raised in Tennessee
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| But there wimens in Missour-a
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| Picks on over me
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| My babes have something
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| I don’t know what it is
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| My babes have something
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| I don’t know what it is
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| Ev’rytime she moves
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| Baby, now I can’t be still
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| Said the peaches I’m loving
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| Don’t grow on no trees
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| Lord, that peaches I’m loving
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| Don’t grow on no trees
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| Lord, it’s somewhere baby
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| Just above yo' knees
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| Well now, you said it’s peaches you love
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| They don’t grow on no trees
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| There another peaches you love
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| They’ll grow on no tree
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| (Where they grow at?)
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| I b’lieve now you say
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| Peaches, now grow just above the knees
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| Well now, b’lieve I’ll go
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| Back down in Tennessee
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| Right now I b’lieve I’ll go
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| Back down in Tennessee
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| Well baby, that where the peaches grow, honey
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| Now just above the knee
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| Hoo-umm-umm
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| Hoo-well-well, so sweet
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| Hoo-hoo-umm
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| Babe, they’re so smooth
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| Well-well-well, now
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| Hoo-hoo-ooo-ooo
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| In your grove
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| Peaches, growin' on no tree
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| Like the big wild peaches
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| Don’t grow on no tree
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| Well, I b’lieve to my soul, now
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| 'At's down in Tennessee.
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| (piano and guitar to end) |