Here's one I wrote on a whim just by the given title...It was supposed to be song titles that never got a song. Well I took the title and I made a song to go with it...here it is. It's a silly one.

The Peach I Picked in Georgia, Didn't Cling to Me Long.

The cherry I picked in Washington
Was a sweet surprise,
The orange in California
Was a sight for sore eyes.
Something could be said
For the watermelon queen,
She was far more shapely
Than others I have seen.
Now they are all beautiful
Don't get me wrong,
But the peach I picked in Georgia
Didn't cling to me long.

(Chorus)
She was a redneck floozy
Sittin in my jacuzzi,
Suppin on her bottle of gin,
Cusses like a sailor
Living in a trailer
I don't want her back again.

My Mississippi Delta queen
Was a gamblers pick,
My Ozark baby doll
Wasn't quite the hick.
My Hawaiian pineapple
Was a sweet little tart,
She could've been the
One that stole my heart.
My little buckeye from Ohio
Sang a beautiful song,
But the peach I picked in Georgia
Didn't cling to me long.

I'll take all the fruit
That follows in suit,
But a peach will have to be excused,
She won't work a lick,
She's just a country hick,
I feel like I've been abused.