Fireflies flutter against the summer's sky, and the lingering stars are never shy. Young hearts and true love begin to flower, Taking sustenance from passing Summer showers.
It's when all you need is holding hands on the lake shore, hiding out in a truck when it starts to pour. Staying up all night when you feel love blossom, and sleeping all day like an ol' Georgia opossum.
Cause down here love runs deep, like the roots of an ol' oak tree. It's got the sting of that ol' bumblebee, and spreads across the banks of the Chattahoochee. It's a kiss that tastes like sweet tea, and knowing no one can love you like me.
And the sweet sent of honeysuckle, the sweet sound when you chuckle. It all makes love run deep, its all oh so sweet.
It's a high like the mountains of Tennessee, hot as the Georgia asphalt in Summer's heat. At times its rougher than an ol' knotty pine, but it's worth it knowing you're all mine.
Cause down here love runs deep, like the roots of an ol' oak tree. It's got the sting of that ol' bumblebee, and spreads across the banks of the Chattahoochee. It's a kiss that tastes like sweet tea, and knowing no one can love you like me.
It's hearts melting at "I love you" partially cause down here its 102. It lights you up like that ol' country bonfire, Being wrapped around her tighter than barbed wire.
It's giving her a home grown red rose, and holding her tight when the summer wind blows. Puffing on a pack of ol' Marlboro's, and swaying to the beat as a country song flows.
Cause down here love runs deep, like the roots of an ol' oak tree. It's got the sting of that ol' bumblebee, and spreads across the banks of the Chattahoochee. It's a kiss that tastes like sweet tea, and knowing no one can love you like me.
No one can love you like me...
No one can love you like me...
Down here love runs deep...
The Magical Mellophone · Sat Jun 11, 2011 @ 03:43am · 0 Comments |