Misc Originals - Reggie sprague - hemp and honeysuckle

I was ^Gchasing some shade from the ^Emhot desert sun My ^Cbusted damn truck left me ^Gnowhere to ^D/F#run Then I ^Emcame on a farm with a hand-painted sign ^D“Organic Blends, by the Ounce or the Line.” She ^Emstepped from the porch like a ^Gwhispered breeze With ^Choney-brown eyes and ^Gscraped-up ^D/F#knees Said, “You ^Emlook like a man who could use a slow burn Might ^Dhelp you forget what you came here to learn”

Hemp and ^Emhoneysuckle, ^Dwarm and ^Gwild Calmed my ^Emstorms with the ^Dgrace of a ^Gchild She’s got ^Emroots in the soil, hot ^Dfire in her veins Ain’t ^Gno man can ^D/F#saddle that ^Emkind of flame I ^Cdreamed of forever in the ^Dspace of a spark But ^Ghemp and ^D/F#honeysuckle^Em can't ^Dgrow in the ^Cdark

We ^Emtalked and we toked ’til I ‘^Gbout lost my head Shared ^Cstories and stew, then we ^Gfell into ^D/F#bed My ^Emheart got high just watchin’ her be And her ^Dkiss tasted sweeter than honeysuckle tea She ^Emshone through the dusk in her ^Ghemp-bound braids With a ^Cwildfire grace that the ^Gstill night ^D/F#obeyed The ^Emnoise in my head went all quiet that night And she ^Dleft me both hungry and somehow alright

Hemp and ^Emhoneysuckle, ^Dwarm and ^Gwild Calmed my ^Emstorms with the ^Dgrace of a ^Gchild She’s got ^Emroots in the soil, hot ^Dfire in her veins Ain’t ^Gno man can ^D/F#saddle that ^Emkind of flame I ^Cdreamed of forever in the ^Dspace of a spark But ^Ghemp and ^D/F#honeysuckle^Em can't ^Dgrow in the ^Cdark

I ^Amasked in the morning if ^DI could stay for good She ^Gclosed her ^D/F#eyes and said, “I ^Emknew you would.” “But the ^Croots I’ve grown here ^Dwon’t fit in your boots And you ^Gcan’t plant ^D/F#freedom where ^Emlove never took root”

I glanced ^Gback at her farm as the ^Emsun sank west With a ^Cjar in my pack and a ^Gweight in my ^D/F#chest ^EmThat kind of girl doesn’t bloom in a town She ^Dgrows where society can’t tear her down

Hemp and ^Emhoneysuckle, ^Dsoft and ^Gstrong Still ^Cweigh on my heart, though the ^Ggirl is long ^Dgone She ^Emdoesn’t write letters or ^Danswer my calls But she ^Ggrows in my thoughts like the ^Emvines on her walls Yeah, ^Csome loves heal, and ^Dother loves burn But ^Ghemp and ^D/F#honeysuckle^Em—you ^Dlive and you ^Clearn ^{D G}