Sweet Tea

If i was the road from clarksville to denton
You'd be the poor soul who got himself lost in me
If i was the line between searching and finding
You'd be the tightrope walker who fell at my feet
And i want to hold your hand like lovers do, but
I want to save my left for other uses
I hope you understand

This isn't a lowlight kind of love song
It's more the type for morning coffee
This isn't a whiskey kind of love song
It's more like sipping on sweet tea

If i were the strings on a cedar wood guitar
You'd be the poor soul who got his hands calloused on me
If i was the lover you had march of last year
I'd let you settle down and buy a house in dallas with me
And i want to hold your hand like lovers do, but
I want to save my left for other uses
I hope you understand

This isn't a lowlight kind of love song
It's more the type for morning coffee
This isn't a whiskey kind of love song
It's more like sipping on sweet tea

Someday, i'll be ready
For sweet tea, for going steady
Someday, i'll be ready
For sweet tea, for going steady
Someday, i'll be ready
For sweet tea, for going steady



Credits
Writer(s): Madison Stuart
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