Levon Helm - Sweet peach georgia wine

^GI was on my way from Daulton, ^Cheaded for Atlanta ^Gthinking about that girl I left ^Dbehind ^Gwhen a voice so soft and tender ^Cfloated down to me from the window ^Gwould you like a taste of my ^Dsweet peach Georgia ^Gwine?

^GWell she showed me to the backdoor and ^Cshe told me what it was for ^Gsaid you can come back and see me any old ^Dtime ^Gand just as I was going that old ^Csheriff must have gone in ^Gsaid boy you've been in my ^Dsweet peach Georgia ^Gwine

^CNow hows I supposed to know she was the sheriff's ^Gdaughter she was only sweet sixteen but she looked a lot ^Dolder ^Gwell i guess I've learned my lesson son ^Gyou know I'm ^Cdoing my 10 to 21 ^Gjust for tasting that ^Dsweet peach Georgia ^Gwine

^CNow hows I supposed to know she was the sheriff's ^Gdaughter ^Gshe was only sweet sixteen but she looked a lot ^Dolder ^Gwell i guess I've learned my lesson son ^Gyou know I'm ^Cdoing my 10 to 21 ^Gjust for tasting that ^Dsweet peach Georgia ^Gwine

^CIf I ever get out of this jail house, ^GI ain't gonna slowdown till I reach that Georgia boarder ^Dline ^Gwell maybe one quick stop down in Macon cause i ^Chate to leave these parts and not take it ^Gone more sip of ^Dsweet peach Georgia ^Gwine

^CNow hows I supposed to know she was the sheriff's ^Gdaughter ^Gshe was only sweet sixteen but she looked a lot ^Dolder ^Gwell I guess I've learned my lesson son ^Gyou know I'm ^Cdoing my 10 to 21 ^Gjust for tasting that ^Dsweet peach Georgia ^Gwine