Southern Drawl

I cant be at your beckon call,
your love so slow and heavy,
its like a southern drawl
and it don’t seem worth your time
if the two of us ain’t one of a kind.
I wont be another turn
to gather up and use what you learn.
And of course he’s always on your mind
you should hold him dear
leave his love behind
cause you cant call it moving on,
if all I do, is make you feel so wrong.
I wont be another turn
to gather up and use what you learn
If always a man might love,
loving to laugh to do and to give?
I know that it could take some time
go be with him, but then be mine…