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We were really good at getting high, eating, and drinking.

lyrics

When I wake up on Sunday
She's got my breakfast in the pan
Her smile's nicer than the ocean
and I'm glad I can be her man

The heat is rising in the house now
The air outside is thick as mud
She tells me summer time is here
and she's the only one I'm thinking of

She's got the lips of an angel
and the voice to tell a fairy tell
She's got the hips of a goddess
and through the sky we both shall sail

Like a couple of doves that are migrating south
to escape the long cold winter
There's never disappointment in my head
and our problems couldn't be thinner

I don't mean to compare
but she's better than any I've had before
There's no sense in taking
a step back to move forward

When I look at her I feel
good to know she's all mine
She's my brown eyed girl
and I'm her blue eyed guy

credits

from A Faded Way of Life - LP, released October 16, 2015
All songs written performed, and produced by Shawn Hatfield at Groove: Music Lessons + Recording

Copyright 2015 Appalachian Groove Records

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