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Honeysuckle
by Paden Malachi
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Man, I miss those sweet, sticky summers
Down below the Mason-Dixon line
Walking barefoot rich, red earth
Exhales into day warmed nights
Behold a stolen first kiss
Magnolias the only witness
A towheaded thief
Pulling off a sweet, victimless crime.
Well, all these well worn moments
Float on like hot air balloons
I can feel it all around
No, it don't make a sound
Like summertime morning dew
I was raised by a Southern daughter
I was taught to love like hell
I ain't nothing but a man from a place
Where we live like the devil ain't there
I still smell that honeysuckle in the air
Yeah
Breathe in that summer sweetness
Like it's meant for me
Fragrant notes on this freckled nose
I tell ya, it's priceless to me
Constellations of fireflies
Are flying by these blue-green eyes
Unforgettable Georgia nights
These memories are all mine
Well, all these well worn moments
Float on like hot air balloons
I can feel it all around
No, it don't make a sound
Like summertime morning dew
I was raised by a Southern daughter
I was taught to love like hell
I ain't nothing but a man from a place
Where we live like the devil ain't there
I still smell that honeysuckle in the air
All these well worn moments
Float on like hot air balloons
I can feel it all around
No, it don't make a sound
Like summertime morning dew
I was raised by a Southern daughter
I was taught to love like hell
I ain't nothing but a man from a place
Where we live like the devil ain't there
I'm just a man from a place
Where we live like the devil ain't there
I'm just a man from a place
Where we live like the devil ain't there
I still smell that honeysuckle in the air
Man, I miss those sweet, sticky summers
Down below the Mason-Dixon line
Walking barefoot rich, red earth
Exhales into day warmed nights
Behold a stolen first kiss
Magnolias the only witness
A towheaded thief
Pulling off a sweet, victimless crime.
Well, all these well worn moments
Float on like hot air balloons
I can feel it all around
No, it don't make a sound
Like summertime morning dew
I was raised by a Southern daughter
I was taught to love like hell
I ain't nothing but a man from a place
Where we live like the devil ain't there
I still smell that honeysuckle in the air
Yeah
Breathe in that summer sweetness
Like it's meant for me
Fragrant notes on this freckled nose
I tell ya, it's priceless to me
Constellations of fireflies
Are flying by these blue-green eyes
Unforgettable Georgia nights
These memories are all mine
Well, all these well worn moments
Float on like hot air balloons
I can feel it all around
No, it don't make a sound
Like summertime morning dew
I was raised by a Southern daughter
I was taught to love like hell
I ain't nothing but a man from a place
Where we live like the devil ain't there
I still smell that honeysuckle in the air
All these well worn moments
Float on like hot air balloons
I can feel it all around
No, it don't make a sound
Like summertime morning dew
I was raised by a Southern daughter
I was taught to love like hell
I ain't nothing but a man from a place
Where we live like the devil ain't there
I'm just a man from a place
Where we live like the devil ain't there
I'm just a man from a place
Where we live like the devil ain't there
I still smell that honeysuckle in the air
