Lyrics

There's a hometown honey in a dress of blue Molded to your body from your head to your shoes Women are many but lovers are few Well I could've been your lover too She's sweet as the sound of an old fiddle tune Willin' as the sun in the month of June Here I am staring like the unabashed moon Well I could've been your lover too The fastest horse is already racing The prettiest pie is already baking A man in love ain't mine for the taking But if he comes my way lord I'm Gonna shake him I'm chewin' my lips and counting my steps Imagining your weight upon my breast Women are many but lovers are few Well I could've been your lover too I'm watching your back for the hint of a sign But you stand up straight and you hold the line I never had the right to feel the way I do But I could've been your lover too The fastest horse is already racing The prettiest pie is already baking A man in love ain't mine for the taking But if he comes my way lord I'm Gonna shake him There's a hometown honey in a dress of blue Molded to your body from your head to your shoes Women are many but lovers are few Well I could've been your lover too
Writer(s): Rachel Baiman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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