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  1. Peach Street blues
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Peach Street blues
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Lyrics

Well, I half a pack of camels and a worn out pair of shoes
Cardboard box of pictures and a used up lipstick too
She left me flat here on Peach Street, so now what am I gonna do?
With a leaky radiator and a worn out pair of shoes
She left me flat here on Peach Street, just standing like a fool

Unpaid bills and suburban clothes, and a broken copper pot
A ticket for greyhound and bam! she was gone
She left me flat on here Peach Street, oh now, what am I gonna do?
With them unpaid bills, and a copper pot, and a broken pair of shoes
She left me flat here on Peach Street, just standing like a fool

Smoked that last camel down I sit here and try to catch my breath
She may be gone, but look at all this stuff she left
She left me flat here on Peach Street, oh what am I gonna do?
With these catalogs and ___ slips, and a worn out pair of shoes
She left me flat here on Peach Street, feeling just like a fool

I’ll go digging in my sofa for a little bit of change
Package store and the liquor store for a mercantile exchange
She left me flat here on Peach Street, lord now, what am I gonna do?
‘Cept to pawn my ring and her mamma’s pearls, Put some cardboard in my shoes
She left me flat here on Peach Street, just gotta try to make it through

I got a pawn ticket and a bus ticket, and the rest of my cigarette pack
Ima leaving Atlanta today, and I sure ain’t coming back
Now that she’s gone this town feels colder than a sled dogs ass
So I’ll light my last camel, use her picture as the match
I’m leaving Peachtree, Atlanta go to hell
I sure ain’t coming back

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