Once
I was a running kind,
I would run these interstates.
Now I'm running home, if you're waiting there.
Once I was a loving kind,
I thought your heart would be all mine.
I learned in good time that it could never be.
Like dams of trees and honey bees,
we are a dying breed.
I'm gonna live way up in the holler.
I can't stay in the city no more.
Working all my life, trying to make a dollar.
Wish things were how they were before.
I'm gonna sweep you off your feet.
I'm gonna take you to higher ground.
We can dance the night away.
We ain't got a fool around.
These lowdown days,
these long highways keep me feeling alone.
I wish I was high and somewhat
dry in my underground home.
These Nashville cats and Nariat hats leave a sour taste in my mouth.
Like daddy said,
you better keep your head in the wind and shut that mouth.
Like dams of trees,
lost southern melodies,
we are a dying breed.
I'm gonna live way up in the holler.
I can't stay in the city no more.
Working all my life, trying to make a dollar.
Wish things were how they were before.
I'm gonna sweep you off your feet.
I'm gonna take you to higher ground.
We can dance the night away.
We ain't got a fool around.
Like dams of trees and honeybees,
we are a dying breed.
I'm gonna live way up in the holler.
I can't stay in the city no more.
Working all my life, trying to make a dollar.
Wish things were how they were before.
I'm gonna sweep you off your feet.
I'm gonna take you to higher ground.
We can dance the night away.
We ain't got a fool around.