Honeysuckle Worm Tin (Slow Rock Version) (Remastered x2)

Verse 1 The screen door slammed behind me on a slow summer morn, Granddad’s cane pole in my hand, With a tobacco tin full of worms Down the honeysuckle path to a pond that I knew. Chorus Oh, memories of that summer mornings Keep running through my head A bobber on still water, a boy beneath the sun. Bullfrogs in the tall grass singing low and long— Lord, I’d give most anything to be back on that summer morning. Verse 2 I dropped my line in where the lily pads grew thick, A dragonfly like blue glass skimming silent past. The cork slipped under slowly—Lord, I pulled it up quick, A little bluegill left flappin’ in the warm summer grass. Chorus Remembering those summer morns when time forgot to run, A bobber on still water, a boy beneath the sun. Bullfrogs in the tall grass singing low and long— Lord, I’d give most anything to be back to that summer morning . Bridge My whole world was that pond—just a pole, a tin, a line, Sweet tea sweating softly in the clover by my side. No clock, no care, no hurry, nothing left to define What it meant to just be living… without a care in the world. Verse 3 Sunfish tugged like heartbeats through that golden afternoon, Red-winged blackbirds calling from the cattails by the bank. Ripples drifting outward like a slow and quiet bloom— Never once a thought for all the years I’d have to thank. Final Chorus Oh, those lazy summer mornings—they’re gone before you know, A bobber on still water where a young boy used to go. Bullfrogs still are singing beside that pond, But the boy who sat and listened—he’s been gone for a long long time. Outro (soft) That Prince Albert tin sits rusted on Granddad’s old work shelf, The worms long gone, the cane pole cracked and broken many years ago Some days I swear I smell the mud and almost catch my self Believing I could close my eyes and find that summer day. And fine that summer day.