Below the Gnat Line

And honey, guess it's time for me to come clean [Chorus] Won't you kiss me below the gnat line? I wanna feel that southern heat of your lips Oh, I'm tired of all this cold I've been handed Kiss me where the mossy trees are our only guide [Bridge] We're up here where the cold winds are blowing Yeah, southbound love, take me to where you stand Where the air's filled with music from a Zydeco band Where the river banks warm, and the fireflies shine I wanna feel that sweet embrace below the gnat line [Vers 3] Cross that Mason-Dixon, into your arms I'll fall Where honeysuckles bloom and the cicadas call