We met down by the river, under a Tennessee moon, Hadn't known each other long, 'fore our love started to bloom.
From that very first evening, we knew it wasn't a game, When we heard that first sound, love would never be the
Same.
She leaned just a little, let out a sweet symphony, I chuckled and joined in, under the old oak tree.
Who needs words when the heart speaks in its own kind of way,
In the ridges of laughter, our feelings conveyed.
It's the gas of love, you and me, Floating through the air, setting us free.
Every rumble tells a tale, ain't no false start, It's the language of love, expressed from a fart.
At the diner for breakfast, we shared grits and ham, A sudden toot from her, I knew I was her man.
Laughed 'til we cried 'bout the melodies we create, In the heart of our hometown, we'd initiate.
At night in our cabin, 'neath quilts warm and snug, Our love would fill the room, with the sounds of a tug.
No words to be spoken, just the comfort of sound, In our private concert, joy is all around.
It's the gas of love, you and me, Floating through the air, setting us free.
Every rumble tells a tale, ain't no false start, It's the language of love, expressed from a fart.
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We met down by the river, under a Tennessee moon, Hadn't known each other long, 'fore our love started to bloom.
From that very first evening, we knew it wasn't a game, When we heard that first sound, love would never be the
Same.
She leaned just a little, let out a sweet symphony, I chuckled and joined in, under the old oak tree.
Who needs words when the heart speaks in its own kind of way,
In the ridges of laughter, our feelings conveyed.
It's the gas of love, you and me, Floating through the air, setting us free.
Every rumble tells a tale, ain't no false start, It's the language of love, expressed from a fart.
At the diner for breakfast, we shared grits and ham, A sudden toot from her, I knew I was her man.
Laughed 'til we cried 'bout the melodies we create, In the heart of our hometown, we'd initiate.
At night in our cabin, 'neath quilts warm and snug, Our love would fill the room, with the sounds of a tug.
No words to be spoken, just the comfort of sound, In our private concert, joy is all around.
It's the gas of love, you and me, Floating through the air, setting us free.
Every rumble tells a tale, ain't no false start, It's the language of love, expressed from a fart.
From that very first evening, we knew it wasn't a game, When we heard that first sound, love would never be the
Same.
She leaned just a little, let out a sweet symphony, I chuckled and joined in, under the old oak tree.
Who needs words when the heart speaks in its own kind of way,
In the ridges of laughter, our feelings conveyed.
It's the gas of love, you and me, Floating through the air, setting us free.
Every rumble tells a tale, ain't no false start, It's the language of love, expressed from a fart.
At the diner for breakfast, we shared grits and ham, A sudden toot from her, I knew I was her man.
Laughed 'til we cried 'bout the melodies we create, In the heart of our hometown, we'd initiate.
At night in our cabin, 'neath quilts warm and snug, Our love would fill the room, with the sounds of a tug.
No words to be spoken, just the comfort of sound, In our private concert, joy is all around.
It's the gas of love, you and me, Floating through the air, setting us free.
Every rumble tells a tale, ain't no false start, It's the language of love, expressed from a fart.
Writer: Marcus Haggard
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC