if i don’t sell this truck full of peaches i may never hear the end of it the sweetest peach waiting for you you ever will venture to bring to your lips
parked outside of church river of living waters you won’t see me trying
trying to turn what’s already turning
waiting for jesse to have an epiphany that’s an epiphany he’s not gonna have everything’s always moving in a direction no truth seeker can argue with that
i’m not writing down the cents i’m just writing down the dollars you won’t see me trying
trying to turn what’s already turning trying to turn what’s already turning
they came walking over kindly folks and neighbors they said, hey man who put you up to this?
every road can be called a backroad just south of georgia is the sweetest peach wherever you go and decide to stay filling the days with whatever’s in reach
want no part of chaos want no part of kingdom building you won’t see my trying
trying to turn what’s already turning trying to turn what’s already turning