Upcountry Lemonade

Fake my death
Make up a reason to call it all off
I'm calling off of your clock
We've got a love too sick to work here anymore
In the summer when the garden died
You were growing your answers one at a time
I'm still working on mine
I'm a few good rains away from Shangri-La

I'm gone first thing tomorrow
Lips on the upcountry lemonade
I'm on an 80-somethin' Honda
I'm gone first thing forever
Alright, alright

Hold my hair
I'm throwing up gravel and a stomach of surrender
Columbine brushing the fender
With my shorts still wet from jumping off the dock
Baby, I don't want to meet my end
Running a half in and a half out gamble
I wanna rest and I wanna ramble
Find a love like a country moon to keep me in my lane

I'm gone first thing tomorrow
Lips on the upcountry lemonade
I'm on an 80-somethin' Honda
I'm gone, gone, gone forever
Alright, alright

(Meet my end)



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Anderson
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