V1 I am not a peach, My father was a God fearer, He created me like my sad mother, to be. Chorus My father battled depression, His bottle was his mate, He changed. V2 For a long time, Under the line, On the verandah, She made me feel that way. Chorus My father battled depression, His bottle was his mate, He changed. Instrumental Solo I fight dejection, I know The heat, I'll be a peach. Chorus My father battled depression, His bottle was his mate, He changed.