"BLACK PEACH"
Words and music by Owen Thomas.
©2006 Spin The Dradle Publishing, ASCAP/
Warner Chappell Songs, BMI.
-Released on the Universal South album The Chess Hotel, May 2 2006.
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V1.
A tight little tee shirt everybody likes,
You come from the country to dance away the night.
It isn't that your mama wouldn't be proud,
It's only that your daddy would never live it down.
Almost sweet, black peach.
V2.
Bold as the daylight, shootin' off your mouth,
You laugh like a belle but you've never been south.
Walkin' like a cowboy, kissin' like a flame,
You'll let him in your heart, but he'll never get your name.
Almost sweet, black peach.
CHORUS:
It ain't where you come from, ain't where you been.
It ain't who you call when the clouds roll in.
You spent all your youth cryin', "More, more, more,"
And now you wanna know what livin's for.
V3.
You'd kill for a good time, shootin' from the hip.
The boy got fresh, and you fattened his lip.
You cut all the classes that you never liked,
And drove too fast before you even rode a bike.
Almost sweet, black peach.
CHORUS:
It ain't where you come from, ain't where you been.
It ain't who you call when the clouds roll in.
You spent all your youth cryin', "More, more, more,"
And now you wanna know what livin's for.
V4.
You can't feel the summer all year long.
You gotta know the cold to know when it's gone.
The only thing brighter than the sun is truth,
And only one time were you ever given proof.
Almost sweet, black peach.
