hang

blackberries are ripe on taylor ridge, i'll pick you a daisy on the way, walking ties on the railroad bridge, go find a spot there in the shade, throw a blanket down, on the ground and hang, got hooked up with some homemade wine, hid it in the moss at the foot of the bluff, later on when that old moon shines, we can tip it back, and catch a buzz by the creek, beat the heat, sit on that rock and let our feet hang, hey baby, what do you say we take a walk, get gone?, maybe find a place where we can get lost, later on, be one, with the stars in the dark, and hang, blackberry kiss on white tan lines, midnight song of the whip-poor-ill, third cup of that homemade wine, don't you wanna know how that feels on out there?, middle of nowhere, where you can let your long, honeysuckle hair hang, hey baby, what do you say we take a walk, get gone?, maybe find a place where we can get lost, later on, be one, with the stars in the dark, and hang, oh, baby, we can jump in, take a swim, drip dry off in the night wind, and hang, hey, baby, what do you say we take a walk?, maybe find a place to get lost, and hang