Well what's the chance that the
Spark in your eye was caused from
The glare of the sun
I thought it was from me
And your southern drawl
Cuts my breath in two
And my yankee walls
Rot away now that we're through
Well there's a chance that the
Rock in my shoe was causing
The skip in my step when you
Knocked on my world
And your southern drawl
Cuts my breath in two
And my yankee walls
Fill the void now that we're through