Picking Peaches Lyrics - Singles - Cameron Ernst

I cannot recall my age but I can certainly still taste 

The feeling good of summer, I can' wait to see her 

We'd drive into the country side, the sun was always blazing high 

Nothing any better than when I was with her 

Why couldn't it have last forever 

Take me back to picking peaches 

Where the winding road goes on and on and on 

Take me back to picking peaches 

Where nothing will grow old and nothing will go bad 

What happened to the shady brook and the simplest of what it took 

To fill the holes within me so that I could run free 

Now I've got a basket full of everything I can't get ahold of 

Where are all the peach trees, I will gladly empty 

My entire load for one of those 

Take me back to picking peaches 

Where the winding road goes on and on and on 

Take me back to picking peaches 

Where nothing will grow old and nothing will go bad 

I will find my way, will find my way, will find my way there 

I will find my way, will find my way, will find my way there 

I will find my way, will find my way, will find my way there 

I will find my way, will find my way, will find my way there 

Where I'm at, it's not picking peaches 

But maybe I have learned that life goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on 

But take me back to picking peaches 

Where the winding road goes on and on and on 

Take me back to picking peaches 

Where nothing will grow old and nothing will go bad 

nothing will go bad 

nothing will go bad