King Calaway – Let It Flow Lyrics (Hailey Whitters)

She was a blue eyed rebel child
With a Sunday morning smile
I was seventeen, knew everything
Except how to make her mine
I picked her up in dad’s old truck
And the night I kissed her
Our first love grew wings
While the fireflies blinked by the Tennessee River

And to the radio
And when one slow
to do in love
And the old flow
flow
flow

off picked up again
A hundred summer
We grew up a little every time
saw each other
I learned her name her favorite color
laying out there with her
With the moon through the trees
With the the bees on the Tennessee River

And to the radio
And when one slow
to do in love
And the old flow
flow
flow

I take the long way home
And covered bridge
Watch the go down, just think
Those two stupid kids
It ain’t too much, I stop
And let myself miss her
Where our love grew wings
Yeah, I think the Tennessee River

Yeah, to the radio
And when one slow
to do in love
And the old flow
to do in love
And the old flow
flow
flow