Old 44

I'm speedin' down highway forty-four
I couldn't keep my baby from waiting no more
She's the type of girl she may make or break my world
That honey is a little sweet and sour

I'm always bringing flowers to your door
Only the kind that you adore
Roses, orchids, carnations for your affections
That flower is full of thorn
I cannot afford

To be spending my time
On reason & rhyme
Ain't got no alibi
For why I ain't arrived

Driving slow on old forty-four
Lost my way when I asked for one more
The whiskey whispered soft and sweet
I've never felt more complete

Without my honey sweet or sour
The petals fell as I picked up the flower
Got my glass half full like my whiskey neat
Has got me buzz-buzz-buzzing like your honey bee

I'm speedin' down highway forty-four
I couldn't keep my baby from waiting no more
She's the type of girl, well she made my world
That honey is a flower
I'm her honey bee
Oh woah woah



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Writer(s): Phillip Russo
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