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Iron & Wine( Samuel 'Sam' Ervin Beam )
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Summer In Savannah (Live)
Summer in Savannah slowed the jackrabbit down But I'm in your car and driving to town Mama's missing finger had a mind of its own And the dog that we lost keeps coming home
And now my ham fists hanging 'round the soda machine And the birds don't move in the live oak trees Running on a 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' Well I'm gonna take my white house, paint it gold
Summer in Savannah where the breeze never blows With you laid on my lap and wearing my clothes Mama told me lately she was praying for you So don't hear me just 'cause you're the best I can do
And now my no-neck cursing at a color TV And the gaslight whirls with junebug wings Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Staring at the ceiling, papa struggled to say, 'You'll find a soul's such a drag but don't get carried away' Someone said, 'you reap just what you sow' So I'm gonna take my white house, paint it gold
Summer in Savannah takes a measure of faith From under the bed, you kissing my face When mama told the doctor that I was born in the cold She (?) and freed from the lord
And now my slack-jaw leaning on a newspaper stand Papa bought a bullet 'bout as big as my hand We trapped a little hornet in a teacup for fun We cut off his head, but we still got stung I think that Jesus said, 'you reap just what you sow' So I'm gonna take my white house, paint it gold
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