作词 : 陈瑜
作曲 : 陈瑜
Underneath the Georgia sun, where the peaches grow so sweet,
I sip my morning coffee, feel the red clay 'neath my feet.
Front porch creaks, the day begins, with a rooster’s crowin' call,
In the Peach State ponderin', I've found my place, my all.
Livin' life so simple, with the hills rollin' wide,
Old Chevy truck and backroads, my trusty guide.
From the fields to the rivers, where the kids play and roam,
It's in these Southern moments, I know I've found my home.
Peach State ponderin', with a sky so blue,
Every day's a melody that sings right through.
From the pines to the orchards, in this haven I've known,
Georgia’s heart, it beats in mine, it’s here I call my own.
Sundown paints the horizon, with its gold and crimson hues,
Fireflies light the evening, 'neath a canopy of blues.
Families gather 'round the table, sharein' stories of the day,
In this Peach State ponderin', it's the simple things that stay.
Maybe time moves slower, or maybe it’s just me,
But in this southern solace, my restless heart’s set free.
With every breeze that whispers through the magnolia trees,
I find a piece of heaven in the Sweet Peach summer breeze.
Morning dew on cotton fields, the tractor’s hummin’ tune,
Cycles of the seasons, under a harvest moon.
Grandma’s quilt and Mama’s pies, they bring comfort, don't you see,
In this Peach State ponderin', life's clarity’s found in me.
作词 : 陈瑜
作曲 : 陈瑜
[Verse]
Underneath the Georgia sun, where the peaches grow so sweet,
I sip my morning coffee, feel the red clay 'neath my feet.
Front porch creaks, the day begins, with a rooster’s crowin' call,
In the Peach State ponderin', I've found my place, my all.
[Verse 2]
Livin' life so simple, with the hills rollin' wide,
Old Chevy truck and backroads, my trusty guide.
From the fields to the rivers, where the kids play and roam,
It's in these Southern moments, I know I've found my home.
[Chorus]
Peach State ponderin', with a sky so blue,
Every day's a melody that sings right through.
From the pines to the orchards, in this haven I've known,
Georgia’s heart, it beats in mine, it’s here I call my own.
[Verse 3]
Sundown paints the horizon, with its gold and crimson hues,
Fireflies light the evening, 'neath a canopy of blues.
Families gather 'round the table, sharein' stories of the day,
In this Peach State ponderin', it's the simple things that stay.
[Bridge]
Maybe time moves slower, or maybe it’s just me,
But in this southern solace, my restless heart’s set free.
With every breeze that whispers through the magnolia trees,
I find a piece of heaven in the Sweet Peach summer breeze.
[Verse 4]
Morning dew on cotton fields, the tractor’s hummin’ tune,
Cycles of the seasons, under a harvest moon.
Grandma’s quilt and Mama’s pies, they bring comfort, don't you see,
In this Peach State ponderin', life's clarity’s found in me.