Corsets, bowties, and a bottle of Ides in the back of the car
Your daddy threw my hands in the gutter underneath the stars
And I laughed 'cause it was funny the way he screamed
And the way you put your hands inside of my jeans

Summer at the stable, your old camera and playing cards
We stole a pint of whiskey and pitched a tent in the old junkyard
And we talked of going to college in the fall
And the pictures we'll put up on sorority walls

We try to hold the moment and make it last
But paradise has locked its wicked doors
Now that I'm a man you're just a memory
My innocence I left in Tennessee

A marriage made on eggshells and that man you found in Hell
Kids with that look in their eyes that Mother isn't well
And it's funny how you try to make your love
When I'm the only one you're dreaming of

The love we made betrayed the Southern Cross
Look at what we had and what we lost
Now that I'm a man you're just a memory
My innocence I left in Tennessee

But the photographs of our beautiful youth
They don't lie, they can only tell the truth
But the photographs of our beautiful youth
They don't lie, they can only tell the truth
They don't lie, they can only tell the truth
They don't lie, they can only tell the truth


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