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.