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