[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
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
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