Cameron Ernst - Picking Peaches lyrics

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