Wild strawberry Tennessee down the hill
before the creek
No debutantes or southern bills Just me and my others wishing well
A lonesome whistle sings
Don't fight me Don't fight me
Don't fight me I'm not running cause I'm scared
I'm not going anywhere I'm just tired of the same four walls
Back against the ball Some fur,
the apple,
let him whisper
No one
loves me at all Don't fight me
Don't fight me Don't fight me
