Summer in savannah slows the jackrabbit down But I'm in your car driving to town Mama's missin' finger had a mind of its own The dog that we lost keeps comin' home
Mama had a place there hangin' around the soda machine The birds don't move a love of trees Poundin' on the table, papa said I would learn You take what you get and you get what you earn
Then he said you reap just what you sow So I'm gonna to take my white house, paint it gold
Summer in savannah where the breeze never blows But you laid on my lap wearin' my clothes Mama told me lately she was prayin' for you So don't hate me just because you're the best I can do
Another no-neck cursin' at a color TV The gas light swirls, the June bug weaves Starin' at the ceilin' about the trouble to save Find it's all such a drag, but don't get carried away
Someone said you reap just what you sow So I'm gonna to take my white house, paint it gold
Summer in savannah takes a measure of faith Now under the bed, you're kissin' my face When mama told the cop that I was born in a call She meant in the shade, free from the law
Now I'm a slack-jaw leanin' on a newspaper stand Papa bought a bullet about as big as my hand We trapped a little hornet in a teacup for fun We cut off his head but still got stung
I think that Jesus said you reap just what you sow So I'm gonna to take my white house, paint it gold
Compositor: Samuel Ervin Beam (Samuel Beam) (BMI)Editor: Sam Beam Music (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #5020309 em 11/Mai/2024