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We've moved on six miles from where we were yesterday |
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And yesterday is but a long long ways away |
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So we'll camp out tonight beneath the bright starlight |
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And forget rotten peaches and the places we've stayed |
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I left from the dockland two years ago now |
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Made my way over on the S.S. Marie |
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And I've always had trouble wherever I've settled |
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Rotten peaches are all that I see |
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Rotten peaches rotting in the sun |
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Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun |
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Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus I'm the one |
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Rotten peaches rotting in the sun |
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There ain't no green grass in a U.S. state prison |
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There is no one to hold when you're sick for your wife |
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And each day out you'll pick, you'll pick rotten peaches |
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You'll pick rotten peaches for the rest of your life |
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Oh I've had me my fill of cocaine and pills |
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For I lie in the light of the Lord |
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And my home is ten thousand, ten thousand miles away |
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And I guess I won't see it no more |
