Am Am F F [Chorus]Am Am F F Thick Georgia woman, her body knows, Basket of peaches under her clothesAm Am F She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart Thick Georgia woman, where do youF start [Verse 1]Am C G D (She's gonna) lock the door, take off her bra, call up her sister in ArkansasAm C G F Pour her rights in jar of wine, talk about class in declineAm C G D In her chest is a treasure trove, rich as the groceries on the stoveAm C G F (A) world of hurt in disguise, happy as hell otherwise [Chorus]Am Am F F Thick Georgia woman, her body knows, Basket of peaches under her clothesAm Am F She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart Thick Georgia woman, where do youF start [Verse 2]Am C G D (Stands) over the sink in her weekend jeans, gotta get the sand off of them greensAm C G F One quiet look, one quiet tone, a million lines through a megaphoneAm C G D (Come) Sunday dress, JCPenny, same top she wore to see Kevin KinneyAm C G D When others leave, she just stays, you don't hear that now a days [Chorus]Am Am F F Thick Georgia woman, her body knows, Basket of peaches under her clothesAm Am F She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart Thick Georgia woman, where do youF start [Verse 3]Am C G D What she thinks only heaven knows What she got ain't what she choseAm C G F There's sandy land, there's southern pride There's Jesus saves, there's suicideAm C G D There's hair that reaches for the sky In air that don't ever dryAm C G F A feather down place to hide For your dream genocideAm C G D It's supposed to wound, it's supposed to ache It's somebody's deal you're supposed to takeAm C G F Try not to judge, try not to curse Cry on that bible ‘til it burst [Chorus]Am Am F F Thick Georgia woman, her body knows, Basket of peaches under her clothesAm Am F She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart Thick Georgia woman, where do youF start
Thick Georgia Woman
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