Corey J Smith - Tobacca Leaves (Tailer Trash Sessions)

Roll it
I smell like a fall breeze and tobacca leaves
That I can't seem to get out of my clothes
And a cup of coffee in the morning time
So I can feel warm through my toes
And when I feel that oak pressing up against my feet
Lord knows, I'll be singing

Well, one day I hope to have a house upon a hillside
Where I can see the autumn dance, watch the leaves fall to the ground
And I'll let my records spin all day
And nobody calling out my name, no
Oh, but until I settle down

I'll be through ramblin' around
And I'll be set free from this old world that has me bound
And I'll be on the front porch thinkin about

A fall breeze and Tobacca leaves
That I can't seem to get out of my clothes
And a cup of coffee in the morning time
So I can feel warm through my toes
Now I'm sitting in the house up on the hillside
Just letting those records spin

Written by:
Corey Smith

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