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 wheat, couldn't wait to get going but wasn't quite ready.
So innocent, pure and sweet, American honey.
There's a wild, wild whisper blowing in the wind, calling out my name like a long lost friend.
Oh I miss those days as the years go by, oh nothing sweeter than summertime and American honey.
Get caught in the race of this crazy night, trying to be everything can make you lose your mind.
I just wanna go back in time to American honey.
There's a wild, wild whisper blowing in the wind, calling out my name like a long lost friend.
Oh I miss those days as the years go by, oh nothing sweeter than summertime and American honey.
I've gone for so long now, I gotta get back to her somehow.
To American honey.
There's a wild, wild whisper blowing in the wind, calling out my name like a long lost friend.
Oh I miss those days as the years go by, oh nothing sweeter than summertime and American honey.
And American honey.
And American honey.