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.
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.
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.
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.
Oh, I've had me fill of cocaine and pills,
For I lie in the light of the Lord,
And my home is ten thousand, ten thousand miles away,
And I guess I won't see it no more.
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.