Met when we were just seventeen, my little blue-eyed south Georgia queen. She never seen nobody like me, my hair on my shoulders wild as can be. But from that moment on we'd never be along. We'll call each other home.
Well I've been locked away where nobody could see, but she's the one who holds my key and now she sets me free.
I know I can be rough and raw and hard to please, but I can't be nobody else. It's all I can do to be myself. But I know when things get rough, our love will be enough. It'll bring us through the flood.