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