Paper fans in sweaty hands Shooing flies away Reflections on a porch A shelter from the scorch When dog days came around
Babies squalled as August crawled Past old folks in the shade The weather vane was stuck And white oak creek would drop When dog days came around
The dog days were scorchers Southern torture But we found an answer to the plight It was a dog day's night
Evening brings a front porch scene But time to rest your bones And pray you won't be here Come this time next year When dog old days come along
The dog days were scorchers Southern torture But we found an answer to the plight It was a dog day's night
The dog days were scorchers Southern torture But we found an answer to the plight It was a dog day's night Oh, yeah, more dog days oh, yeaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
