Sweat And Sweet Tea

(mmm-mm) The swing in the live oak hangs still in the heat

Tire tracks faded off down the street

Chalk lines washed off the old driveway stone

Funny how fast a house gets alone

Height marks cut into the kitchen doorframe

Dust on the glass of a little league game

I used to wish for an hour of quiet

Now I'd give anything for a sweet little riot

They took root and they found their own sky

Time runs like red clay when the creek's running high

Standing on the porch as the sun's going down

My babies are grown and scattered around

(scattered around)

Called up my boy just to hear how he's been Said he's

got roof trouble just like back then

I laughed and I told him it's part of the trade

Watching the choices and beds that we made

They took root and they found their own sky

Time runs like red clay when the creek's running high

Standing on the porch as the sun's going down

My babies are grown and scattered around (yeah)

Still see

their footprints

in the dust on the floor

Lord knows I

couldn't have loved 'em no more

(no more)