Sweet Tea

If i was the road from clarksville to denton You'd be the poor soul who got himself lost in me If i was the line between searching and finding You'd be the tightrope walker who fell at my feet And i want to hold your hand like lovers do, but I want to save my left for other uses I hope you understand This isn't a lowlight kind of love song It's more the type for morning coffee This isn't a whiskey kind of love song It's more like sipping on sweet tea If i were the strings on a cedar wood guitar You'd be the poor soul who got his hands calloused on me If i was the lover you had march of last year I'd let you settle down and buy a house in dallas with me And i want to hold your hand like lovers do, but I want to save my left for other uses I hope you understand This isn't a lowlight kind of love song It's more the type for morning coffee This isn't a whiskey kind of love song It's more like sipping on sweet tea Someday, i'll be ready For sweet tea, for going steady Someday, i'll be ready For sweet tea, for going steady Someday, i'll be ready For sweet tea, for going steady