Say, Frank, you wanna take a walk?
Sure, sweetie, just pick a street.
Picadilly Circus?
Aw, I’d rather not.
Champs Elysees?
Mais, non.
Times Square?
Nah.
‘Cause there’s nothing can compare with
Strolling along Peachtree street with my baby on my arm.
(…)
You like Peachtree Street, Frank?
Oh I love the place! Where are the peach trees?
We’ll have to go back a few years.
Well let’s turn around.

This song, by John Mayer, doesn´t compare, but also mentions Peachtree St.

I just missed my hair appointment on Peachtree St.