[Verse 1] I'm a late bloomer With nothing to fall back on She's done gone with the roses And I ain't got no kinda home The silver mist hangs like wet smoke Draped across the burning moon And I don't need no reason To pen a sad and lonesome tune
[Pre-Chorus] We've got ballads sliding out our shirtsleeves And for a soft place to dream We'll sing you two or three
[Chorus] Below the Fall Line They still eat fire It's in our nature To build empires That's what I've found That's what we're bound to What we're bound to
[Verse 2] It's door deals and spider bites Pulled-pork plates and calamine Barreling through a phantom swamp Concerned not with our design Louisiana up through Arkansas What I wouldn't do for a cold beer Canebrakes and speed traps I miss my boys something fierce
[Pre-Chorus] We've got ballads sliding out our shirtsleeves And for a soft place to dream We'll sing you two or three
[Chorus] Below the Fall Line They still eat fire It's in our nature To build empires That's what I've found That's what we're bound to What we're bound to Below the Fall Line They still eat fire It's in our nature To build empires That's what I've found That's what we're bound to What we're bound toTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.