Honey
We can stay here till the honey stops flowing
Then we'll get going down to god knows where
And we can drive without a care for the hours
Find you pretty flowers, braid 'em in your hair
Heaven knows it is a poor man's road
Ain't no other way I'd rather grow old
Than you and me drinking straight from the bottle
We'll worry 'bout tomorrow when we get there
Saddle on to the four winds and we'll be
Working for our wages with our own two hands
You know that we should roll together, baby
We'll just go and say it 'front of god and man
And sing we can stay here till the honey stops flowing
Then we'll get going down to god knows where
And we can drive without a care for the hours
Find you pretty flowers, braid 'em in your hair
Heaven knows it is a poor man's road
Ain't no other way I'd rather grow old
Than you and me climbing up on the saddle
Ride from the battle to the golden sun
And fly faster than a bullet from your old man's gun
And when the sunrise lay ahead of you
Oh at the dawn of each day
I'll love you more than the day is new
And we'll find our way
And we can stay there till the honey stops flowing
Then we'll get going down to god knows where
And we can drive without a care for the hours
Find you pretty flowers, braid 'em in your hair
Heaven knows it is a poor man's road
Ain't no other way I'd rather grow old
Than you and me drinking straight from the bottle
We'll worry 'bout tomorrow when we get there
Yeah we'll worry 'bout tomorrow when we get there
Then we'll get going down to god knows where
And we can drive without a care for the hours
Find you pretty flowers, braid 'em in your hair
Heaven knows it is a poor man's road
Ain't no other way I'd rather grow old
Than you and me drinking straight from the bottle
We'll worry 'bout tomorrow when we get there
Saddle on to the four winds and we'll be
Working for our wages with our own two hands
You know that we should roll together, baby
We'll just go and say it 'front of god and man
And sing we can stay here till the honey stops flowing
Then we'll get going down to god knows where
And we can drive without a care for the hours
Find you pretty flowers, braid 'em in your hair
Heaven knows it is a poor man's road
Ain't no other way I'd rather grow old
Than you and me climbing up on the saddle
Ride from the battle to the golden sun
And fly faster than a bullet from your old man's gun
And when the sunrise lay ahead of you
Oh at the dawn of each day
I'll love you more than the day is new
And we'll find our way
And we can stay there till the honey stops flowing
Then we'll get going down to god knows where
And we can drive without a care for the hours
Find you pretty flowers, braid 'em in your hair
Heaven knows it is a poor man's road
Ain't no other way I'd rather grow old
Than you and me drinking straight from the bottle
We'll worry 'bout tomorrow when we get there
Yeah we'll worry 'bout tomorrow when we get there
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Writer(s): Joseph Downer
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