She moved down to Georgia
Like all the peaches do
For no particular reason
She got a duffle bag, wheel full of sand and
Thirty-six bucks that she held in her hand
Hair waves like a flag of freedom
City slicker man with a California tan
Jag pulls up to her rusty van and said
Do you need to make a call ma'am?
Slams the hood I just got her fixed
Well, the engine don't purr but she sure does tick
And dinner would be delightful.
Who are, who, who are you?
She said,
Who are, who is me?