The Chestnut Grove
Micah Kesselring
GENRE [Verse 1]
Sittin' on my front porch in my rockin' chair
Ice cold glass of sweet tea and I'm lovin' this summer air
But I'm waiting for my baby to pull up in my drive
You say that you're runnin' late, and I hope that ain't no lie
[Verse 2]
Bluetic by my side, Lord. On that red-clay ground
Get a little too close to me and he'll run you right out of town
But I'm waiting for my baby to pull up in my drive
You say that you're runnin' late, and I hope that ain't no lie
[Verse 3]
Lightnin' bugs on the hillside, bullfrogs down in the ravine
Static on my radio, I'm playin' my dobro in my bare feet
But I'm waiting for my baby to pull up in my drive
You say that you're runnin' late, and I hope that ain't no lie
But I know that is a lie
Sittin' on my front porch in my rockin' chair
Ice cold glass of sweet tea and I'm lovin' this summer air
But I'm waiting for my baby to pull up in my drive
You say that you're runnin' late, and I hope that ain't no lie
[Verse 2]
Bluetic by my side, Lord. On that red-clay ground
Get a little too close to me and he'll run you right out of town
But I'm waiting for my baby to pull up in my drive
You say that you're runnin' late, and I hope that ain't no lie
[Verse 3]
Lightnin' bugs on the hillside, bullfrogs down in the ravine
Static on my radio, I'm playin' my dobro in my bare feet
But I'm waiting for my baby to pull up in my drive
You say that you're runnin' late, and I hope that ain't no lie
But I know that is a lie
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