David Houston - Wild Honey for Sale Lyrics

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Wild Honey for Sale

Wild Honey for Sale Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Wild Honey for Sale By David Houston?
I was just a lonely boy stickin' close to home
Content to be there with my folks without a thought to roam But late one night a change of my mind turned to left down low This was the time I had to find where that gravel road did go I got into a city about the break of day All worn out from a long long walk I stopped at a small cafe They served me coffee black and strong they were servin' liquor too And I saw this girl with honey hair and eyes of visual blue My heart jumped right into my throat I thought that it would fail Too green to see the invisible sign wild honey keep for sale I walked right in sat right down and soon my plans were made A lonely boy too starved for love too dumb to be afraid Her every wish was my command it only took a smile And I spent my hard earned money like it was goin' out of style Now there's no money in my jeans and you find to to be her man I have to the things she ask with the pocketful in my hand I'll take my heart back to the farm with mem'ries quite a few Where the angry buzz and the sting of the bee is only harm wild honey can do Where the angry buzz and the sting of the bee is only harm wild honey can do |
Who Wrote Wild Honey for Sale By David Houston?
K. Arnold
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What's The Duration Of The Wild Honey for Sale By David Houston?The duration of Wild Honey for Sale is 2:32 minutes and seconds. |
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