She waits for me like a small-town queen, Amber glow in a worn-out beam. Long day dust on my boots and skin, I reach for her and breathe her in. She’s oak and fire, soft and slow, Knows all the places I won’t go. When the world gets loud, I’ve had enough She pulls me in with a Kentucky hug. I’ve chased cheap thrills, let them burn me down, But she don’t rush, she don’t mess around. Just one slow sip and the truth shows up, Yeah, love like that don’t need much. She’s got… heart and soul, A slow-dance fire that never grows old. Takes the edge off, makes me young, Sweet and strong on my stubborn tongue. Yeah, she don’t judge, she don’t rush, Just holds me close when times get rough— Every broken day feels good enough In a… Kentucky hug… She’s Sunday quiet, she’s Friday flame, Knows my sins, loves me the same. Burns a little, then settles in, Like forgiveness poured from within. She tastes like stories, time and truth, Like my father’s laugh, my reckless youth. Every scar she seems to know, Every mile I had to go. I don’t need diamonds, don’t need lace, Just that smile in the glass-rimmed face. Just one slow sip and the truth shows up, Yeah, love like that don’t need much. She’s got… heart and soul, A slow-dance fire that never grows old. Just one pour, my guard goes down, Heaven in a hometown sound. Yeah, she don’t judge, she don’t rush, She knows my name, she knows my touch— Every lonely road feels soft enough In a… Kentucky hug… A little burn, a lot of grace, Leaves a memory, not a trace. If love had a proof, a shape, a cup— It’d taste like this when you lift it up. She’s got… heart and soul, A slow-dance fire that never grows old. From the first hello to the final buzz, I’m always home in her Kentucky hug. Yeah, the world can shake, but I won’t budge, I’ve got my peace in a glass of love— Every night ends just right enough She’s got… heart and soul, A slow-dance fire that never grows old. From the first hello to the final buzz, I’m always home in her Kentucky hug. Yeah, the world can shake, but I won’t budge, I’ve got my peace in a glass of love— Every night ends just right enough In a… Kentucky hug… So pour her neat, let the record spin, If love’s a sin, I’m guilty again. Just me and her till the morning sun— Yeah… me and my Kentucky hug.
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