[Verse] Stopped by a stand made of folding wood, Sunset’s dripping down like it should, Two for a dollar, soft and sweet, Juice on my fingers, sticky and neat. [Pre-Chorus] A nod from the lady with a crooked smile, These peaches got me lingerin’ here awhile. [Chorus] Roadside peaches, summer sneezes, Sticky hands and lazy breezes, You bite in, watch the sunset ceases, Roadside peaches, love releases. [Verse] Cracked old radio playing a tune, Warm wind hums, July afternoon, I swear these peaches know my name, Every bite a little bit of fame. [Pre-Chorus] She laughs and says, “Don’t drop a seed,” I’m caught up in this peachy creed. [Chorus] Roadside peaches, summer sneezes, Sticky hands and lazy breezes, You bite in, watch the sunset ceases, Roadside peaches, love releases. [Bridge] We’re sticky sweet on this worn-out street, A wooden stand, two hearts repeat, Fold it up, but not the taste, These little moments never waste. [Chorus] Roadside peaches, summer sneezes, Sticky hands and lazy breezes, You bite in, watch the sunset ceases, Roadside peaches, love releases. [Chorus] Roadside peaches, summer sneezes, Sticky hands and lazy breezes, You bite in, watch the sunset ceases, Roadside peaches, love releases. [Outro] Sticky hands, sticky hands, Love releases.