Burn The Honeysuckle Lyrics by Gourds, The
Gourds, The Lyrics
I was born in the summer with black gum on my heals
Full grown and cussin’ and bleach on my wheels
Killed me a panther before I was even grown
With a pocket knife and a guitar string and a live honey comb
They gonna burn the honeysuckle when I die
Married me a girl raised on mustard greens and bears
Chimney brown and lanky smoke all in her hair
Bore me seven babies in ten years time
With skin like tobacco and eyes like wine
They gonna burn the honeysuckle when I die
When I’m dead and gone and the sun don’t shine
Build a fire where the grass is gone and burn that vine
Put me down there with the rest
In the muddy ground, get me blessed
I don’t wanna go, I must confess
Put me down there with the rest
I love the sound of the rain rolling through the trees
Plate of bacon and a banjo on my knee
Love to see the lightning crackin’ in the spring
When the moon goes down in the morning I smoke and I sing
They gonna burn the honeysuckle when I die
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