Green Peaches

South Carolina in the summertime And there's holes in both her Sunday shoes The heat off the asphalt quivers like the people Dancing while she's singing the blues Man in a suit nods his head to the music With his arms folded cross his chest Looking at her like she's a lottery ticket Or a horse that's gonna win him the bet Hey, you gotta know when to pick em Before they're too grown to see Green peaches, steal 'em right off the tree He says listen up honey, I'll take care of the money And he picks up the cheque for their steaks In the back of his car he says I'll make you star, Girl, don't gotta worry bout a thing And she thinks of the years and the tears Spent wishing for the day someone would say those words And she softly cries, he puts his hand on on her thigh and says Ain't no one like ya in this whole wide world Hey, you gotta know when to pick em Before they're too grown to see Green peaches, steal 'em right off the tree South Carolina in the summertime And there's holes in both her Sunday shoes She's walking with the baby when she's stopped by a lady "Ain't you that girl had a hit or two?" And she shakes her head and says, "Sorry Ma'am, I'm afraid that girl sure isn't me But I get it all the time" Then the baby starts to cry and she lullabies him that melody Oh, you gotta know when to pick em Before they're too grown to see Green peaches, steal 'em right off the tree South Carolina in the summertime South Carolina in the summertime South Carolina in the summertime