Smootchin' in the Ditch - The Dead South

Heal toe and away we go

Spin’er around and kiss that doe

Take her out to the shack

We’ll talk about love in the mornin'

Woke up dirty in the grass

Head was poundin', smells like ass

She was just a starin' at me

Ready to talk about love this mornin'

If I’d had one more chance I’d roll on, roll on

If I could get away I’d sure run, sure run

I’m just not feelin' love this mornin', this mornin'

She got up quick and grabbed her clothes

Hit me with a stick, got a bloody nose

Said «Imma tell my mean old Pa

You’ll surely be dead in the mornin'»

I got up quick and grabbed my boots

Rode home fast, told mom the news

Got on my horse and rode to the hills

All the way till the mornin'

If I had one more chance I’d hold on, hold on

If I could get away I’d hold strong, hold strong

I wish I felt the love this mornin', this mornin'

If I get away

I’m holding on

If I get away

I’m holding strong

I wish I felt the love

I wish I felt the love this morning

If I get away

I’m holding on

If I get away

I’m holding strong

I wish I felt the love

I wish I felt the love this morning