Song Lyrics
Wildflowers in a mason jar, and his reflection flew across the moonlit land Wild, wildflowers in a mason jar
He slowly turned and stared outside his face was mirrored in the window, an old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway, wildflowers in a mason jar
Kentucky memories from a winter georgia night, he told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in kentucky
an old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway
tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning
i think i tried to smile as i slowly closed my eyes
20 years have passed, i dreamed i was back on the farm, i dreamed i was back on the farm
He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in kentucky, but his eyes were bright with tears, and his reflection flew across the moonlit land
He woke up smiling, the smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands
he slowly turned and stared outside his face was mirrored in the window
an old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway
kentucky memories from a winter georgia night
Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning, 20 years have passed, i can hear the evening wind out in the corn
I started drifting off and grandpa tucked his coat around me, january back in 55 we rode a greyhound bus through the georgia midnight John, i think i tried to smile as i slowly closed my eyes
but his eyes were bright with tears
kentucky memories from a winter georgia night
january back in 55 we rode a greyhound bus through the georgia midnight
And i dreamed i was with him on the farm, but his eyes were bright with tears, kentucky memories from a winter georgia night
And i dreamed i was with him on the farm, kentucky memories from a winter georgia night
wildflowers in a mason jar
He slowly turned and stared outside his face was mirrored in the window, i can hear the evening wind out in the corn
He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in kentucky, and he dreamed he was back on the farm, january back in 55 we rode a greyhound bus through the georgia midnight
We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something, kentucky memories from a winter georgia night Farm), wildflowers in a mason jar
20 years have passed, he told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in kentucky, wildflowers in a mason jar