Back in time, many years ago
we were touring close to the border of mexico
Cramped together in an old wagon
it was the most beautiful ride
Driving along a dusty wayside

We traveled on, for a couple of days
with me in my boots and your old guitar in a case,
Bars we played, to the early hours, night after night
I could'nt take my eyes of you, though i knew it was'nt right

Dear Austin, we share a secret
out of all its my sweetest memory
Dear Austin, dont you tell our secret
I hope this letter stays between you and me

Things were fine through Louisiana
Then something happened in Mobile, Alabama
I don't know if it was the southern breeze,
or the sweet cherry wine
but one thing's for sure
we soon crossed the line


Dear Austin, we share a secret
out of all its my sweetest memory
Dear Austin, dont you tell our secret
I hope this letter stays between you and me

Often i wonder as years went by
do you ever think of the the time we shared, you and I
Whenever i see a tree filled with spanish moss
I can't help thinking about laying there the two of us
Our secret blows over yonder
and what we did, you know you cant tell
Anyhow, i hope you're doing well

Dear Austin, we share a secret
out of all its my sweetest memory
Dear Austin, dont you tell our secret, our secret
I hope this letter stays between you and me

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