Honeysuckle

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 All these well worn moments Float on like hot air balloons You can feel it all around No, it don't make a sound Like a 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 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 All these well worn moments Float on like hot air balloons You can feel it all around No, it don't make a sound Like a 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 Oh, I still smell that honeysuckle in the air Well, all these well worn moments Float on like hot air balloons Boy, you can feel it all around No, it don't make a sound Like a 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 Just a man from a place Where we live like the devil ain't there 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