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There's a man in the mountains of east Tennessee With three generations of makin' that gentleman's drink He pours in his soul and then the corn from his land And he let's that old clock do what only what it can We were kids when I met her And I quit that small town A handful of years later oh just look at her now Just like that whiskey she grew strong and smooth And ole father time he knew just what to do It takes time, you can't rush right through this life Time, no a crop don't grow overnight Time you gotta put the work in to get it right Woah, Lord it just takes time A bird dropped a seed and it bloomed in the woods It took to 200 years to fall from where it stood It took the hands of a maker and the sweat from his brow To make that tree this guitar that I'm playing now It takes time you can't rush your way right through this life Time, No a crop don't grow overnight You gotta put the work in to get it right Oh it just takes time Yea time time time Songtexte To make that tree this guitar that I'm playing now It takes time you can't rush your way right through this life Time, No a crop don't grow overnight Time, You gotta put the work in to get it right Ohhhh it just takes time Ohhhh it just takes time Ohhhh it just takes time Yaaa time, time, time, time Aus Songtexte Mania