Sugarland

I was born in the heart of a hurricane season
In the house where my mamma was raised
That old September wind feels just like a long lost friend
And I...
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I want to run though those cottonwood trees
Fall asleep in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows there's a song of letting go
It's no goodbye, it's hello
We met underneath the blue skies of summer
And those summer skies turn into fall
That sweet September wind made us so muse more than friends
On Night...
And we ran though those cottonwood trees
We made love in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves