[INTRO — SLOW COUNTRY-SOUL, LAZY 6/8] [WARM ORGAN, CLEAN ELECTRIC GUITAR, DEEP BASS] [PEDAL STEEL ANSWERS GUITAR] [DRUMS FAR BEHIND THE BEAT] [VERSE 1 — WARM, GOSPEL-SOUL] Down where the Tupelo blossoms hang, Heavy and sweet in the summer rain, There's something golden in the evening air, Something in the way you meet me there. You come on easy, soft and slow, Like honey running where the warm winds blow, No need for promises, no need to prove, You just lean into me and let the whole world move. [PRE-CHORUS — BLUES BEGINS CREEPING IN] Sweet on my lips, Fire down below, I thought I knew your flavor— But there's something else I know... [CHORUS — COUNTRY-SOUL, BIG VOCAL] You're Tupelo honey with Tennessee heat, Smooth going down with a slow-burning sting, Sweet as the blossom, strong as the barrel, A little bit heaven, a little bit peril. You pour like whiskey, you linger like wine, But that Tupelo sweetness keeps pulling me back every time, From Mississippi flowers to those Tennessee hills— You're honey in my heart And whiskey in my veins still. [TURNAROUND — TELECASTER / PEDAL STEEL] [VERSE 2 — DEEPER, BLUESIER COUNTRY-SOUL] There's an old oak barrel and an old screen door, A glass on the table and your boots on the floor, One little taste and the room turns slow, Lord, there's some things a sober heart shouldn't know. You've got that amber midnight in your eyes, That Sunday-morning sweetness with a Saturday-night bite, You can soothe my soul, you can raise my proof, And I quit pretending I can handle the truth. [PRE-CHORUS — VOCAL BUILDS] Warm on my tongue, Burning down slow, Half of you is honey— And half won't let me go. [CHORUS — GOSPEL BACKING VOCALS ENTER] You're Tupelo honey with Tennessee heat, Smooth going down with a slow-burning sting, Sweet as the blossom, strong as the barrel, A little bit heaven, a little bit peril. You pour like whiskey, you linger like wine, But that Tupelo sweetness keeps pulling me back every time, From Mississippi flowers to those Tennessee hills— You're honey in my heart And whiskey in my veins still. [BRIDGE — STRIP TO ORGAN, BASS, VOICE] Maybe love ain't supposed to be One thing or another. Maybe the burn needs something sweet, Maybe the sweet needs a little thunder. [PEDAL STEEL SWELL] So pour that Tennessee into Tupelo gold, Give me something warm when the night turns cold, Let the glass run empty, Let the whole world wait— Some things taste better When you mix 'em that way. [INSTRUMENTAL — BLUES GUITAR / PEDAL STEEL TRADE] [ORGAN BUILDS] [GOSPEL VOICES RISE] [FINAL CHORUS — FULL SOUTHERN GOSPEL COUNTRY-SOUL] You're Tupelo honey with Tennessee heat, Smooth going down with a slow-burning sting, Sweet as the blossom, strong as the barrel, A little bit heaven, a little bit peril. You pour like whiskey, you linger like wine, And that Tupelo sweetness gets stronger with time, From Mississippi flowers to those Tennessee hills— You're honey in my heart, You're fire in my blood, You're whiskey in my veins still. [BREAK — BAND DROPS] Tupelo... [BACKING VOCALS: Honey...] Tennessee... [BACKING VOCALS: Whiskey...] [FINAL HIT] Baby, pour me both.
