Lyrics

Man, I miss those sweet, sticky summers
Right 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
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