(We got something to say, always, always, always) We got something to say, always, always, always I could go to Georgia and talk to James Oglethorpe Ask him, "What's a peach to a peach?" Bet he's a fucking dork I could tell a story with all these rag-times I could write a story from all these good times ♪ I found a nickel at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains Asked if five cents was enough to buy my love back from the dead But Peter said there's not much left Yet a penny for my sentiments But I could love like a rolling stone Make a peach pie for my mom back home Always, always, always We got something to say, always, always, always We got something to say, always, always, always ♪ (We got something to say, always, always, always) (Always, always, always) (Always, always, always)