Mouthful of honey bees, sit down and beg for me.
A southern boy with a soulful heart, he's my angel taking cover in the dark.
City life swallowed me up, stole my change and shattered my heart.
Dreaming of sunshine porches, swinging over lakes, and falling into a slumber.
Steady down the road, driving towards your country born eyes.
What we have is patient, what we have is gentle, just slow love tonight.
I've never ran away, I face my dreams, and I live in my fears.
But for you I'd pack tonight, steal it all, and with you I'd drive.
Mouthful of honey bees, sit down and beg for me.
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