Summer in the South, words & music by Jeff Winter, copyright
Girls on the street lookin fine in all their summer clothes
I?m a sucker for a sun-dress and the way it flows
I used to go with a girl, and we?d talk philosophy
Her boyfriend tried to kick the Sartre outta me
(Chorus)
I can?t try to figure some things out
praying for the rain, all I?m getting here is drought
baked by the sun, it?s like a punch in the mouth
These are crazy days, Summer in the south
I spoke to god over coffee and the horoscope
We argued over politics and smoking dope
I got drunk with a priest and he forgave my sins
bought myself a nightclub, now I?m born again (chorus)
She had a job dealing blackjack in New Mexico
where those reservation girls don?t have none y?know
and I made some dimes singin? rhymes in a smoky bar
but a big fish in a small pond don?t swim so far (chorus)
Now I?m makin time with a waitress she works 5-to-close
I trust my thumb?ll take me when it?s time to go
someday her dream might come true and she would be a star
shining on a cornfield south of Wichita
I can?t try to figure some things out
I?m praying for the rain, all I?m getting here is drought
I?m baked by the sun, it?s like a punch in the mouth
these are crazy days, summer in the south,
long hot summer...yeah, it?s summer in the south