Lady A
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She grew up on the side of the road
Where the church bells ring
And strong love grows
She grew up good
She grew up slow
Like American honey
Steady as a preacher
Free as a weed
Couldn't wait to get going
But wasn't quite ready to leave
So innocent, pure and sweet
American honey
There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowing in the wind
Calling out my name
Like a long lost friend
Oh, I miss those days
As the years go by
Oh, nothing sweeter than summertime
And American honey
Get caught in the race of this crazy life
Trying to be everything
Can make you lose your mind
I just want to go back in time
To American honey
There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowing in the wind
Calling out my name
Like a long lost friend
Oh, I miss those days
As the years go by
Oh, nothing sweeter than summertime
And American honey
Gone for so long now
I got to get back to her somehow
To American honey
There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowing in the wind
Calling out my name
Like a long lost friend
Oh, I miss those days
As the years go by
Oh, nothing sweeter than summertime
And American honey
And American honey