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Alabama July
It's another hot one.
What did you expect?
It's July in Alabama.
It's 92 degrees already,
The type of day
Where the heat hangs in the air,
Where the sun
Dries up the puddles,
Bakes the red clay,
Wilts the flowers
And makes the dog
Stay under the porch
All day long.
The only work
That gets done
Is in the early, early morning
Or the early, early evening.
The old timers sit
Under oak trees
Laughing telling lies
And sipping sweet tea
While housewives
Sweat in their kitchens
Baking, cooking, and cleaning
Outside the sun shines all day
Bronzing the children's skin
As they play without ceasing.
It is nice to have these days off
And it must be nice
To be young and full of energy
Which is one thing
The summer sun
Never seems to run out of
High above Alabama
In July
What did you expect?
It's July in Alabama.
It's 92 degrees already,
The type of day
Where the heat hangs in the air,
Where the sun
Dries up the puddles,
Bakes the red clay,
Wilts the flowers
And makes the dog
Stay under the porch
All day long.
The only work
That gets done
Is in the early, early morning
Or the early, early evening.
The old timers sit
Under oak trees
Laughing telling lies
And sipping sweet tea
While housewives
Sweat in their kitchens
Baking, cooking, and cleaning
Outside the sun shines all day
Bronzing the children's skin
As they play without ceasing.
It is nice to have these days off
And it must be nice
To be young and full of energy
Which is one thing
The summer sun
Never seems to run out of
High above Alabama
In July
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