Sailed out of Biscayne Bay. Headed for the island. No map, no plans, no place to be. One broken heart to fix. So many memories. One photograph of you and me.
Well momma's in the kitchen cooking apple stew. Daddy's in the holler and he's cooking something too. Daddy makes the whiskey, momma say the prayer. I fly up and down the back roads.
It ain't wrong to say, I can't start the day. Without a shot of what makes it right. 'Cause baby if I miss, just one little kiss. I'll be jonesin' 'til tonight.
It ain't wrong to say. I can't start the day. Without a shot of. What makes it right. 'Cause baby if I miss. Just one little kiss. I'll be jonesin' 'til tonight.