Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Drew Womack
Hey Daisy
( Drew Womack )
There ain't too much to this small-town scene
Timing every traffic light's a driver's dream
Outsiders say we're too far from everything
The interstate it has a distant view
Flyin so fast they just drive right through
Yeah it's miles from a first run movie but it's close to you
So give 'em all time
They'll see the sign
And stop and listen for the little bell a-ringin
From the catfish jumpin on the end of that line
You and me could get a good crop growin
Find an acre and a half worth holdin
Hey Daisy, I thought maybe
We could spend the afternoon mellowin'
Wet our feet in the Concho River
I'll make you sweat until I make you shiver
Hey Daisy, I thought maybe
I could talk you into lovin me
Lookin back to when you caught my eye
All the way from second grade to my surprise
You swore someday you'd leave this small town life
But dreams change and baby roots grow strong
And when we get the chance to move along
We find that urge for leavin is long gone
So give us all time
We'll see the light
And stop and listen for the white wings a-whistlin
Till they light in Mesquite right in front of our eyes
You and me could get a good crop growin
Find an acre and a half worth holdin
Hey Daisy, I thought maybe
We could spend the afternoon mellowin'
Wet our feet in the Concho River
I'll make you sweat until I make you shiver
Hey Daisy, I thought maybe
Hey Daisy maybe we could
Wet our feet in the Concho River
I'll make you sweat until I make you shiver
Hey Daisy, I thought maybe
I could love you into lovin me