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Same As Last Year
The green yella's in the heat
Wilts
Leaves droop in the swelter
The shade's hot
The sunlight's hotter
Not enough breeze
To even stir the leaves
It's said, "Only mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the heat of the midday sun"
Southerners take the beat down too
Dog days
Red necks
And farmer's tans
The black top sizzles
Red clay dust
Powders washed out gray asphalt
Need rain
Temps dancing near 100 for days
Say it might drop to 88
And give us a break
Same as last year
Same as next year
Things round here never change
Heat stroke and sweet tea
Its a southern recipe
Thank God for young girls and daisy dukes
A glimpse of heaven before I die
And a slice of watermelon on the side
Simple things
Baked in the heat
Southern style
Wilts
Leaves droop in the swelter
The shade's hot
The sunlight's hotter
Not enough breeze
To even stir the leaves
It's said, "Only mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the heat of the midday sun"
Southerners take the beat down too
Dog days
Red necks
And farmer's tans
The black top sizzles
Red clay dust
Powders washed out gray asphalt
Need rain
Temps dancing near 100 for days
Say it might drop to 88
And give us a break
Same as last year
Same as next year
Things round here never change
Heat stroke and sweet tea
Its a southern recipe
Thank God for young girls and daisy dukes
A glimpse of heaven before I die
And a slice of watermelon on the side
Simple things
Baked in the heat
Southern style
Published 19th Jul 2023
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23rd Jul 2023 1:11pm
This is such a beautiful peek into the southern culture. I'm from Dallas, TX and can relate. "Simple things baked in the heat southern style." Could be lyrics in a song.
23rd Jul 2023 3:12pm
