Intro: A  G-A (x2) 
 
D                     Dsus 
She came through the front door lookin'  
D                             A 
Fast as a big train' bookin' down the line 
         G          A 
She was lookin' fine 
D                  Dsus 
Long and lean and dressed to kill 
D                     
Stacked up high with perfect wheels 
           A 
And there ain't no chance  
                 G              A 
That girl would ever dance with me 
E                 Esus           E 
She got all those city boys out pushin and shovin 
   E              Esus           E 
A country boy like me don't ever get no uptown lovin' 
 
 
Refrão -------------
A 
(She's) sweet 
              G      
She's got em meltin' in her hand 
A 
Whoever gets a taste of that cup of sugar 
G 
Sure is a lucky man 
        A     G 
She's sweet, she's babe-alicious 
A 
I can't reach that Georgia peach 
G                 A 
She sure looks delicious
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D             Dsus 
I had nothin' else to do  
      D                            
So I threw down two more shots of booze 
        A                             G         A 
And it made me strong, I strapped my courage on 
D                Dsus               D 
I said would you like to drink by chance 
                             A 
No what I mean is would you like to dance with me 
        G                  A 
Please, in my best southernese 
E                  Esus                  E 
Got hot out on the dance floor when she whispered in my ear 
   E                 Esus         E 
I think I found me a country-boy let's get outta here 
 
 
Refrão -------------
A 
(I said) sweet 
     G 
I'm meltin' in her hand 
   A 
I feel like a spoon in a cup of blonde sugar 
            G 
You're all lookin' at a lucky man 
        A      G 
I said sweet, she's babe-alicious 
      A 
That Georgia peach is now in my reach 
G                     A 
And don't she look delicious
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Instrumental: E  D  A (x2) 
 
REPEAT CHORUS 2