Hang - Trace Adkins

Blackberries are ripe on Taylor Ridge

I’ll pick you a daisy on the way

Walking ties on the railroad bridge

Go find a spot there in the shade

Throw a blanket down

On the ground and hang

Got hooked up with some homemade wine

Hid it in the moss at the foot of the bluff

Later on when that old moon shines

We can tip it back

And catch a buzz by the creek

Beat the heat

Sit on that rock and let our feet hang

Hey baby, what do you say we take a walk

Get gone?

Maybe find a place where we can get lost

Later on

Be one

With the stars in the dark

And hang

Blackberry kiss on white tan lines

Midnight song of the whip-poor-ill

Third cup of that homemade wine

Don’t you wanna know how that feels on out there?

Middle of nowhere

Where you can let your long, honeysuckle hair hang

Hey baby, what do you say we take a walk

Get gone?

Maybe find a place where we can get lost

Later on

Be one

With the stars in the dark

And hang

Oh, baby, we can jump in, take a swim

Drip dry off in the night wind

And hang

Hey, baby, what do you say we take a walk?

Maybe find a place to get lost

And hang