Hard to pick just one phrase from this song - you really need to listen to the whole thing.
Spent
the weekend in Fairbanks, Alaska and spent some time with a dear friend
on the Chena River where this was taken. It worked out perfectly
because we had just been listening to this song on the road and were
humming it on our way down to the water.
These are the days I'm going to wish I could go back to.
she grew up on the side of the road
where the church bells ring, and strong love grows
she grew up good, she grew up slow
like American honey
steady as a preacher, free as a weed
couldn't wait to get going, but wasn't quite ready to leave
so innocent, pure and sweet
American honey
where the church bells ring, and strong love grows
she grew up good, she grew up slow
like American honey
steady as a preacher, free as a weed
couldn't wait to get going, but wasn't quite ready to leave
so innocent, pure and sweet
American honey
Lyrics: American Honey, Lady Antebellum
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