Adria

I fell down south twelve crows

Threw away my coat

Tired of fighting the cold

Found myself a hill above the flood

Saw you tending an oak

Just you and your garden hose

And yeah, I suppose I could grab a pail

Adria don't bow to any old men in the clouds

And that's why we're in love

Promised her I'd keep kicking up dirt

Like a pissed off pachyderm

Stampin' till I'm heard

And all the sweet birds can just squawk along

I see you stepping in time

We'll keep this whole damn Earth in line

America, I called, they said you weren't at home

Something bout filming a show starring some disco John Wayne

But if we could turn back time, I think I'd trade in all these lines

Just for one thing that could bloom

So you can keep your teams and your ratings, too

I'll keep right here by the fire

Even if it burns me in stride

And I'll drink my whiskey the day that I die

I'll take my whiskey to fly

And I won't be led on