Muscadine Bloodline – Low Hangin Fruit (Guitar)

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When they leave you hanging like the low fruit branch you hang on

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And the lost cause feeling feels the same

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Just know that the cold night is colder with no loving arm around you

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And the wind will go a whispering my name

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I got a long form letter that was better than a take me back song

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I read it twice just outta spite and gone and went and burned it in the backyard lawn

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Some kinda nerve, you don't deserve a second chance glance in the back of my mind

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I can't deny I wanna drive to you and drive away to add another tear to your eye

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We get the rain from April to June

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Sow the seed and the seed gone bloom

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You better pray to the man upstairs

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You find a tree to bare you and your low hangin', low hangin', low hangin' fruit

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You go and pick me off the branch, there ain't a chance that I'll be coming back to you

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Tell me why's your crazy ass is steady knockin' and a bangin' on my door

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Just take your lies and alibis and all the boxes and the baggage off the porch

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And while you're out there on the curb I hope you learn that you ain't welcome back around

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There ain't a spoonful of sugar to help the taste of your own medicine go down

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We get the rain from April to June

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Sow the seed and the seed gone bloom

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You better pray to the man upstairs

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You find a tree to bare you and your low hangin', low hangin', low hangin' fruit

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You go and pick me off the branch, there ain't a chance that I'll be coming back to you

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Yeah we get the rain from April to June

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Sow the seed and the seed gone bloom

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You better pray to the man upstairs

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You find a tree to bare you and your low hangin', low hangin', low hangin' fruit

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You go and pick me off the branch, there ain't a chance that I'll be coming back to you

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(Ain't no coming back to you)

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Ain't no chance that I'll be coming back to you

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(Ain't no coming, ain't no coming back to you)

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Ain't no coming back to you

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When they leave you hanging like the low fruit branch you hang on