| Song | Dogwood |
| Artist | Whiskey Myers |
| Album | Futureappletree Rock Island, IL Jul 10, 2014 |
| Dancing on the creek bank | |
| Blue eyes and auburn hair | |
| It was the best years of our lives | |
| We didn’t have a care | |
| Going 90 miles an hour | |
| A truck and an old dirt road | |
| Two young ass kids | |
| Back where the dogwood flowers grow | |
| Then graduation came | |
| You was big city bound | |
| I was going nowhere fast | |
| So I just hung around | |
| By the next time I seen you | |
| Your love had grown cold | |
| So I guess you broke my heart | |
| Back where the dogwood flowers grow | |
| White on the bloom | |
| That April moon | |
| It could have been forever darlin’ had we stayed together | |
| But you had to go | |
| Time don’t slow | |
| It took further from your home | |
| Back where the dogwood flowers grow | |
| So I took to drinking | |
| I guess you wouldn’t recognize me | |
| My souls torn and twisted | |
| Like an old dogwood tree | |
| We used to talk about forever | |
| That was a million miles ago | |
| So I’ll see it if I see | |
| Back where the dogwood flowers grow | |
| White on the bloom | |
| That April moon | |
| You ain’t dead set on leavin | |
| When you miss the one you need | |
| Just getting real | |
| Hell remember when | |
| You had that hand to hold | |
| Back where the dogwood flowers grow |
| Dancing on the creek bank | |
| Blue eyes and auburn hair | |
| It was the best years of our lives | |
| We didn' t have a care | |
| Going 90 miles an hour | |
| A truck and an old dirt road | |
| Two young ass kids | |
| Back where the dogwood flowers grow | |
| Then graduation came | |
| You was big city bound | |
| I was going nowhere fast | |
| So I just hung around | |
| By the next time I seen you | |
| Your love had grown cold | |
| So I guess you broke my heart | |
| Back where the dogwood flowers grow | |
| White on the bloom | |
| That April moon | |
| It could have been forever darlin' had we stayed together | |
| But you had to go | |
| Time don' t slow | |
| It took further from your home | |
| Back where the dogwood flowers grow | |
| So I took to drinking | |
| I guess you wouldn' t recognize me | |
| My souls torn and twisted | |
| Like an old dogwood tree | |
| We used to talk about forever | |
| That was a million miles ago | |
| So I' ll see it if I see | |
| Back where the dogwood flowers grow | |
| White on the bloom | |
| That April moon | |
| You ain' t dead set on leavin | |
| When you miss the one you need | |
| Just getting real | |
| Hell remember when | |
| You had that hand to hold | |
| Back where the dogwood flowers grow |