Smoke

Laying back against this windshield
Parked out in this Georgia red field
This is where we burn our summer nights
Lonely little lipstick kisses on the hood of our Tacoma
We were seventeen, going on free and wild
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight
High as the stars, in the Milky Way
Those summer days, drifting away, she'll always float
Back through my mind like smoke

July flames, October ashes
Southern skin and blue jean flashes
Strike a match and light a memory
We never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air
Tonight I'm
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