Trace Adkins

Long legged shadows,
Mississippi sunset,
She was standing like a candle,
That hadn't been burned yet.
The wind was blowing,
The clouds like ashes,
Had my hand in my pocket,
Reaching for my matches.
I can see those cotton sheets dancing,
On her momma's clothesline in my head,
>From my lips a Lucky Strike was dangling,
The day was dying in a sea of red.
CHORUS
Then came the night, Warm and dark,
Dragging it's chains, Across our hearts.
The moon was full, The grass was wet
Making us scream, Making us sweat
Holding on tight, It was wrong, it was right
Then came the night
There was a time
When love was a flower
Now it's a vine
Clinbing up the tower
And the river just rolls
Past the garden
Where love won't grow
And the ground is hardened.
I can see that tattered white flag flying
I can hear the ringing mission bell
Telling of the innocence that's dying
A sound that I remember oh so well.
CHORUS
Then came the night, Warm and dark
Dragging its chains, Across our hearts
The moon was full, The grass was wet
Making us scream, Making us sweat
Making us cling, Making us claw
Making us rise, Making us fall
Breath on breath, Skin on skin
I can't go back, There again
Holdin on tight, It was wrong, it was right
Then came the night.
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