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