Ron Madore

Lyrics

Kudzu
©2025 Ron Madore - All rights reserved.
Written and recorded by: Ron Madore

Tasting those southern storm raindrops
Sittin' on this old tin roof
Feelin' this temperature rise up
Somewhere 'round a hundred proof
Home, ain't no better view
With you, yeah out here in the kudzu

Ain't no grass to cut
No red clay dust
No John Deere tractor to sit and rust
No ocean view
No lotions used
It's just me and you
Out here in the kudzu
Just me and you
Out here in this here kudzu

Somewhere there's my blue tick hound
Hunting on these grounds
Only way to find him is with his tail in the air
But when our porch door creeks
He's fast on his feet
Navigatin' thru them thick green leaves out there
Toss him a bone, to hide it somewhere on his own
It's home, yeah out here, in this kudzu

Ain't no grass to cut
No red clay dust
No John Deere tractor to sit and rust
No ocean view
No lotions used
It's just me and you
Out here in the kudzu
Just me and you
Out here in this here kudzu

It keeps on growing wild
Like wild fire
It keeps on climbing higher
Higher

There ain't no grass to cut
No red clay dust
No John Deere tractor to sit and rust
No ocean view
No lotions used
Just me and you
Out here in the kudzu
Just me and you
Out here in the kudzu
Just me and you
Kudzu, kudzu, kudzu
It's so invasive