Southern Accident
Your momma and your daddy
They knew their love was true
I came out eight months after
My momma said I do
It's not that they were lyin'
They were lookin' down the road
But I can't help but to think of love
It's something that can come and go
So honey, I'm doubtful, honey, I'm hopeful
Honey, I'm a handful but I'm a hand you can hold
Honey, I'm reminiscing, I'm a southern accident
But honey, I'm here and I'm gonna let it go
You took family vacation, I never learned to ski
On weekends I'd hide in my bedroom watching on MTV
It's not that there was yelling, but the silence was there
That's why when I get angry, you'd never know it
And honey, I'm doubtful, honey, I'm hopeful
And honey, I'm a handful but I'm a hand you can hold
Honey, I'm reminiscing, I'm a southern accident
But honey, I'm here and I'm gonna let it go
Oh, it's a coming of age, and a ticking on the clock
Oh, some folks dream to settle, oh, some folks say why not
Oh, I don't see the hurry, gonna love you through all the seasons
And you see the good, the bad, believe me
Don't love me for any other reason
And I'm doubtful, honey, I'm hopeful
Honey, I'm a handful but I'm a hand you can hold
Honey, I'm reminiscing, I'm a southern accident
Honey, I'm here and I'm gonna let it go, ooh
They knew their love was true
I came out eight months after
My momma said I do
It's not that they were lyin'
They were lookin' down the road
But I can't help but to think of love
It's something that can come and go
So honey, I'm doubtful, honey, I'm hopeful
Honey, I'm a handful but I'm a hand you can hold
Honey, I'm reminiscing, I'm a southern accident
But honey, I'm here and I'm gonna let it go
You took family vacation, I never learned to ski
On weekends I'd hide in my bedroom watching on MTV
It's not that there was yelling, but the silence was there
That's why when I get angry, you'd never know it
And honey, I'm doubtful, honey, I'm hopeful
And honey, I'm a handful but I'm a hand you can hold
Honey, I'm reminiscing, I'm a southern accident
But honey, I'm here and I'm gonna let it go
Oh, it's a coming of age, and a ticking on the clock
Oh, some folks dream to settle, oh, some folks say why not
Oh, I don't see the hurry, gonna love you through all the seasons
And you see the good, the bad, believe me
Don't love me for any other reason
And I'm doubtful, honey, I'm hopeful
Honey, I'm a handful but I'm a hand you can hold
Honey, I'm reminiscing, I'm a southern accident
Honey, I'm here and I'm gonna let it go, ooh
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Writer(s): Caroline Roberson Spence
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