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