Kip Moore - South Lyrics
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South
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What Are The Lyrics For South By Kip Moore?
Faded sky, faded tan, floorboard still full of sand
Summer heat's droppin', closin' up shoppin' Lonely boardwalk, empty rides, ghosts of lovers wave goodbye The carnival's cryin', birds all flyin', south I take a turn on your mama's street wishin' I could catch a peek Of you on that front step, like, "Boy are you here yet?" But I know the truth in the lonesome sound of the choked leaves when they hit the ground Summertime's dyin' birds all flyin', south, yeah Well, it might be over, you might be gone Might not miss me, you might've moved on But my love will still be hangin' around When the birds fly south I'm passin' Burke's and that neon sign, I laugh about the punch you threw that night No, you never did like her, but I never thought you'd fight her And if I close my eyes I can feel your kiss, taste the salt drippin' off your lips But I'm brought back down to Earth by a breeze so cold it hurts Yeah, yeah Well, it might be over, you might be gone You might not miss me, you might've moved on But my love will still be hangin' around When the birds fly south When winter sets in When springtime rolls back to summer again, yeah Well, it might be over, you might be gone You might not miss me, you might've moved on But my love will still be hangin' around When the birds fly south |
Who Wrote South By Kip Moore?
Adam Browder, Dan Couch, Dave Nassie, Eric Wigdahl, Kip Christian Moore, Manny Medina
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What's The Duration Of The South By Kip Moore?The duration of South is 4:17 minutes and seconds. |
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