Sins Country Muscadine
Fireflies lighting up the July sky
Like little bolts of lightning
In the dark of night, and
I feel your body closing in
Near a little creek
Words whispered so soft and sweet
Are breaking my defenses down
And all around, the walls are falling in
Whoa, and nothing's gonna come between us
Halfway between love and sweet lust
Underneath a moon that's red as rust
Yeah, there's nothin' like the heat of summertime
And a bottle of muscadine
Two open doors on the back seat of my old blue Ford
Soft music on the radio,
Gone as far as we can go
Without losing it
Two wild hearts in a rhythm beating hard
Just us two and the universe
The stars are spinning in reverse
We take another sip
Whoa, and nothing's gonna come between us
Halfway between love and sweet lust
Underneath a moon that's red as rust
Yeah, there's nothin' like the heat of summertime
And a bottle of muscadine
One more long, sweet kiss
The taste of wine on each other's lips
Whoa, and nothing's gonna come between us
Halfway between love and sweet lust
Underneath a moon that's red as rust
Yeah, there's nothin' like the heat of summertime
And a bottle of muscadine
And a bottle of muscadine
Whoa, and nothing's gonna come between us
And a bottle of muscadine
And a bottle of muscadine
