Picking Peaches

I cannot recall my age but I can certainly still taste

The feeling good of summer I can' wait to see her

We'd drive into the country side

The sun was always blazing high

Nothing any better than when I was with her

Why couldn't it have last forever

Take me back to picking peaches

Where the winding road goes on and on and on

Take me back to picking peaches

Where nothing will grow old and nothing will go bad

What happened to the shady brook

And the simplest of what it took

To fill the holes within me so that I could run free

Now I've got a basket full

Of everything I can't get ahold of

Where are all the peach trees I will gladly empty

My entire load for one of those

Take me back to picking peaches

Where the winding road goes on and on and on

Take me back to picking peaches

Where nothing will grow old and nothing will go bad

I will find my way will find my way

Will find my way there

I will find my way will find my way

Will find my way there

I will find my way will find my way

Will find my way there

I will find my way will find my way

Will find my way there

Where I'm at it's not picking peaches

But maybe I have learned that life goes on

And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

But take me back to picking peaches

Where the winding road goes on and on and on

Take me back to picking peaches

Where nothing will grow old and nothing will go bad

Nothing will go bad

Nothing will go bad

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