
Rotten Peaches Elton John
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[Verse 1]
We've moved on six miles from where we were yesterday
And yesterday is but a long, long ways away
So we'll camp out tonight beneath the bright starlight
And forget rotten peaches and the places we've stayed
[Verse 2]
I left from the dockland two years ago now
Made my way over on the S.S. Marie
And I've always had trouble wherever I've settled
Rotten peaches are all that I see
[Chorus]
Rotten peaches, rotting in the sun
Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun
Mercy, I'm a criminal, Jesus, I'm the one
Rotten peaches, rotting in the sun
(Rotten peaches, rotting in the sun)
(Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun)
Mercy, I'm a criminal, Jesus, I'm the one
Rotten peaches, rotting in the sun
[Verse 3]
There ain't no green grass in a U.S. state prison
There is no one to hold when you're sick for your wife
And each day out you'll pick, you'll pick rotten peaches
You'll pick rotten peaches for the rest of your life
We've moved on six miles from where we were yesterday
And yesterday is but a long, long ways away
So we'll camp out tonight beneath the bright starlight
And forget rotten peaches and the places we've stayed
[Verse 2]
I left from the dockland two years ago now
Made my way over on the S.S. Marie
And I've always had trouble wherever I've settled
Rotten peaches are all that I see
[Chorus]
Rotten peaches, rotting in the sun
Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun
Mercy, I'm a criminal, Jesus, I'm the one
Rotten peaches, rotting in the sun
(Rotten peaches, rotting in the sun)
(Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun)
Mercy, I'm a criminal, Jesus, I'm the one
Rotten peaches, rotting in the sun
[Verse 3]
There ain't no green grass in a U.S. state prison
There is no one to hold when you're sick for your wife
And each day out you'll pick, you'll pick rotten peaches
You'll pick rotten peaches for the rest of your life
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