Once I was the running kind
I would run these interstates
But now I'm running home if you're waiting there
Once I was the loving kind
I thought your heart would be all mine
I learned in good time that it could never be
Like Damson trees and honeybees
We are a dying breed
I'm gonna live way up in the holler
I can't stand 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 gotta 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 in Ariat hats
Leave a sour taste in my mouth
Like Daddy said you better keep your head
And know when to shut that mouth
Like Damson trees, lost Southern melodies
We are a dying breed
