I grew up in the countryside. Where you sit out on your porch, sipping iced tea or lemonade, where you go to church every Sunday, and that evening the family gets together for dinner. There's family spilling out the kitchen, its so loud you can barely hear yourself think. The countryside where you walk barefoot, the grass tickling your feet. I've long since moved from the place I grew up in, but it's nice to get back to your roots.
She grew up on the side of the road*Where the church bells ring and strong love growsShe grew up goodShe grew up slowLike American honey
Steady as a preacherFree as a weedCouldn't wait to get goin'But wasn't quite ready to leaveSo innocent, pure and sweetLike American honey
Steady as a preacherFree as a weedCouldn't wait to get goin'But wasn't quite ready to leaveSo innocent, pure and sweetLike American honey
There's a wild, wild whisper*Blowing in the windCalling out my name like a long lost friendOh, I miss those days as the years go byOh nothing's sweeter than summer timeAnd American honey
Gones for so long now*I gotta get back to her somehowTo American honey
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