Thick Georgia Woman

Am Am F F 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 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 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 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 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 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 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