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