July nineteen-eighty-one Alabama summer sun Sissy got her fishing pole Went down to the honey hole Greasy fiery frying pan Viola grabbed it with her hand It burned so bad her skin it peeled There I saw the truth revealed
Watermelon tastes so good Bare feet on the cool hardwood Summer dresses Nanny made Cut off blue jeans torn and frayed Swinging on the barnyard gate It don’t get dark till after eight Run inside a kiss and hug Wrapped up in my mama’s love
Firefly whispered in my ear She said let’s get outta here Fly down to the creek with me There’s something you gotta see The stars come out and glow so bright That’s why I don’t mess with morning light ‘Cause they’re the ones that soothe my soul They make me wanna rock ‘n roll
Easy in the summertime Easy in the summertime Easy in the summertimeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
