One, two

Come on

Hey...

Ooh, yeah...

Deep in the heart of the heartland

Where the corn fields grow

You drove all night in circles

Singing with the radio

I was the third string tight end

6'2" and shy

She was the banker's daughter

Was the middle of july.

She said, "meet me 'neath that magnolia

Out past the briars and bees"

The rivers rolling slow, yeah, and there's jasmine in the breeze

While we can, let's take a chance

Don't get many nights like these

'cause young don't last forever

And good hearts don't grow on trees, no, they don't

Oh...

I was working 'til seven

Pumping gas on south street

My buddy chip was behind the counter

Didn't need no id

I was sitting on a branch when she pulled up

Said, "what'd you tell your mom?"

She turned them headlights off and it didn't take us long.

And we danced 'neath that magnolia

Out past the briars and bees

The rivers rolling slow, yeah, and there's jasmine in the breeze

While we can, let's take a chance

Don't get many nights like these

'cause young don't last forever

And good hearts don't grow on trees, no, they don't

Yeah, ooh...

It's a shame that, that you grow up when you do

'cause all the miles and all the years take a piece of you

I guess everything gets cut down over time

But that don't mean I don't go back there in my mind.

Back 'neath that magnolia

Out past the briars and bees

The rivers rolling slow, yeah, and there's jasmine in the breeze

While we can, let's take a chance

Don't get many nights like these

'cause young don't last forever

And good hearts don't grow on trees, no, they don't.

Yeah, good hearts don't grow on trees

Good hearts don't grow on trees.