Whiskey Myers - Dogwood
| Artist | : Whiskey Myers |
| Title | : Dogwood |
| Album | : Early Morning Shakes (2014) |
| Label | : Wiggy Thump Records |
| Release date | : February 4, 2014 |
| Duration | : 04:13 |
| Format | : MP3 |
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Whiskey Myers - Dogwood Lyrics
Dancing on a creek bank. And rising all the year. It was the best years of our life. We didn't have a care. Going ninety miles an hour, truck in an old dirt road. Two young ass kids, back where the dogwood flies grow.
Then graduation came, you were big city bound. I wasn't going nowhere fast, so I just hung around. About the next time I seen, old bag turned cold. So I guess she broke my heart, back where the dogwood flies grow.
White on the bloom that April moon. It could have been forever, darling if we stayed together. Had we known that time don't slow, I'd take you further from your home, back where the dogwood flies grow.
So I took to drinking, I guess you wouldn't recognize me. My soul's been torn and twisted, like that old dogwood tree. We used to talk about forever, that was a million miles ago. We saw, that I see you if I see you, back where the dogwood flies grow.
White on the bloom that April moon. You ain't been set on even, not the one you need. Just getting around and remember when you had that hand to hold back where the dogwood flies grow, dogwood flies grow, dogwood flies grow.
Then graduation came, you were big city bound. I wasn't going nowhere fast, so I just hung around. About the next time I seen, old bag turned cold. So I guess she broke my heart, back where the dogwood flies grow.
White on the bloom that April moon. It could have been forever, darling if we stayed together. Had we known that time don't slow, I'd take you further from your home, back where the dogwood flies grow.
So I took to drinking, I guess you wouldn't recognize me. My soul's been torn and twisted, like that old dogwood tree. We used to talk about forever, that was a million miles ago. We saw, that I see you if I see you, back where the dogwood flies grow.
White on the bloom that April moon. You ain't been set on even, not the one you need. Just getting around and remember when you had that hand to hold back where the dogwood flies grow, dogwood flies grow, dogwood flies grow.
