Thick Georgia Woman

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 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