The Taste of Fried Okra is Getting Old

I know you're dreaming of the West coast
Yeah I'm not almost with you baby I would go there with you
Don't doubt it that I would too

I know you're dreaming of the western sky
Yeah I'd almost try to be right there beside you but I
Got this world I shouldn't leave behind

But I'll follow you to the Western blue
California skies and your beautiful eyes
Baby, forget the Hollywood scene
I just need you here with me
Yeah I'd make a toast to the Western coast
Follow you back with a pitstop in New Orleans
Just a couple of crazy kids chasing dreams...
Let's drop Arkansas and forget about everything
I just need you here with me

I know you're dreaming 'bout the place ya'call home
Yeah it's different I know but sometimes it's just the way things roll
And don't forget its just the way things go

I know you're dreaming of a different place
Yeah I know the taste of fried okra is getting old
Let's make sure our story's told

chorus

I know you're dreaming of getting out of this box
I know you want out so bad
But when you leave, can you take me
Far far away and never leave me

You're trapped, relapsed,
bags packed stacked beside the open door
Forget before, we're running now
because we want so much more...

oh let's take it all
let's take it all...

(instrumental solo)

lets take, it, all.
we're going out now, singing loud,
spreadin' out the loudest sound
take, it, all
we're headed out now, singing loud
taking ov'r the world, baby you and me

I know you're dreaming of a different place
Yeah I know the taste of fried okra is getting old
Let's make sure our story's told