Kip Moore - South

Faded sky, faded tan, floorboard still full of sand
Summer heat's droppin', closin' up shoppin'
Lonely boardwalk, empty rides, ghosts of lovers wave goodbye
The carnival's cryin', birds all flyin', south

I take a turn on your mama's street wishin' I could catch a peek
Of you on that front step, like, "Boy are you here yet?"
But I know the truth in the lonesome sound of the choked leaves when they hit the ground
Summertime's dyin' birds all flyin', south, yeah

Well, it might be over, you might be gone
Might not miss me, you might've moved on
But my love will still be hangin' around
When the birds fly south

I'm passin' Burke's and that neon sign, I laugh about the punch you threw that night
No, you never did like her, but I never thought you'd fight her
And if I close my eyes I can feel your kiss, taste the salt drippin' off your lips
But I'm brought back down to Earth by a breeze so cold it hurts
Yeah, yeah

Well, it might be over, you might be gone
You might not miss me, you might've moved on
But my love will still be hangin' around
When the birds fly south

When winter sets in
When springtime rolls back to summer again, yeah

Well, it might be over, you might be gone
You might not miss me, you might've moved on
But my love will still be hangin' around
When the birds fly south

Written by:
Adam Browder, Dan Couch, Dave Nassie, Eric Wigdahl, Kip Christian Moore, Manny Medina

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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