Southern Pastimes

Born up by the reservoir
How the sun melts over the blacktop tar
Sure do miss how we passed the time
Wish patching up the world was like fixing cars
...All those nights in the driver's seat
Underneath the stars

Raised up quick with our broken hearts
Singing songs that made the top forty charts
There's still some magic waiting
Here in this creaky ol' guitar
...But it's just some fancy firewood
Until you play it with your heart

Southern pastimes, they say it's living slow
I'll take you down to the campfire light
Like it's sometime long ago
Sunday best every day of the week, coming for to carry us home
Like it's sometime long ago
Southern pastimes, it's taking it slow

Maybe I was here in a past life, and well
Maybe you were a southern belle
I believe and I do declare
You're the spitting image of the mademoiselle
There's things your mama said
We don't we share at show-and-tell

Southern pastimes, they say it's living slow
I'll take you down to the campfire light
Like it's sometime long ago
Sunday best every day of the week, coming for to carry us home
Like it's sometime long ago
Southern pastimes, it's taking it slow

Southern pastimes, they say it's living slow
I'll take you down where the rivers bite
And no one has to know
Moonlight goes down easy at the big barn do-si-do
Like it's sometime long ago

Southern pastimes, they say it's living slow
I'll take you down to the campfire light
Like it's sometime long ago
Sunday best every day of the week, coming for to carry us home
Like it's sometime long ago...

Like it's sometime long ago...

Sometime long ago...



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Gallo, Levi Graft
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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