Song Description
Young love gettin' it on under the moonlight. Show up for Sunday service all disheveled from the evenin' fun.
| Song Length |
3:52 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Country - Rock |
| Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Subject |
General |
| Similar Artists |
Bonnie Raitt, Melissa Etheridge |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Milk duds, lightenin' bugs, sweet cherry wine, chug a lug, chug a lug
Gone fishin', skinny dippin', she tried to whip the devil around the stump
Oh my my, shoo fly pie, whistle dixie while that world rolls by, the only thing sacred to my southern upbringin' was the Sunday sermon and my mama's fried chicken
With a sweet talk and a slow drawl, she wasn't no stick in the red clay mud, moonstruck and with lady luck, I lost more than the tailgate to the back of that truck
Singin' oh my my, shoo fly pie, whistle dixie while that world rolls by, the only thing sacred to my southern upbringin' was the Sunday sermon and my mama's fried chicken
Oh no everybody knows, showed up Sunday mornin' in Saturday night's clothes, Holy smokes I swear I didn'y know it was the preacher's freaky daughter that I didn't get home
Oh my my, shoo fly pie, whistle dixie while that world rolls by, the only thing sacred to my southern upbringin' was the Sunday sermon and my mama's fried chicken