Tom: Am
Am Am F F
[Chorus]
Am Am F F
Thick Georgia woman, her body knows, Basket of peaches under her clothes
Am Am F F
She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart Thick Georgia woman, where do you start
[Verse 1]
Am C G D
(She's gonna) lock the door, take off her bra, call up her sister in Arkansas
Am C G F
Pour her rights in jar of wine, talk about class in decline
Am C G D
In her chest is a treasure trove, rich as the groceries on the stove
Am 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 clothes
Am Am F F
She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart Thick Georgia woman, where do you start
[Verse 2]
Am C G D
(Stands) over the sink in her weekend jeans, gotta get the sand off of them greens
Am C G F
One quiet look, one quiet tone, a million lines through a megaphone
Am C G D
(Come) Sunday dress, JCPenny, same top she wore to see Kevin Kinney
Am 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 clothes
Am Am F F
She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart Thick Georgia woman, where do you start
[Verse 3]
Am C G D
What she thinks only heaven knows What she got ain't what she chose
Am C G F
There's sandy land, there's southern pride There's Jesus saves, there's suicide
Am C G D
There's hair that reaches for the sky In air that don't ever dry
Am C G F
A feather down place to hide For your dream genocide
Am C G D
It's supposed to wound, it's supposed to ache It's somebody's deal you're supposed to take
Am 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 clothes
Am Am F F
She move like a razor, she'll peel your heart Thick Georgia woman, where do you start
