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(g.& d. rossington, j. van zant, e. king)
I’m the kind of man that loves all the girls
From debutantes to honky-tonk queens
I’ve tasted every brand all around the world
But all I see are peaches in my dreams
I’m talkin’ ’bout, I’m talkin’ ’bout them southern women
It’s a well known fact across the dixie line
And if a man don’t agree I can tell you he’s blind
They can drink with the best and the hell with the rest
And if she takes you home you ain’t gettin’ no rest
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I’m talkin’ ’bout, I’m talkin’ ’bout them southern women
I’m talkin’ ’bout they’ll love you so slow them southern women
Them southern girls
They look like angels on saturday night oh-lord they got a wild side
Take you places that you’ve never been make a man come back again
Talk about mama’s southern belle little girl learned her lesson well
Ain’t no others can cast a spell like the sweet southern women
(repeat chorus)
They can make a man feel so proud they can capture him with a southern style
Little girl learned her lesson well ain’t no others can cast a spell
Like the sweet southern women them southern girls
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