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Summer In Savannah
Iron & Wine
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Summer in Savannah slows the jackrabbit down
But I'm in your car and driving through town
Mama's missing finger had a mind of its own
And the dog that we lost keeps coming home
And now my hemp is hangin' 'round the soda machine
And the birds don't move in the live oak trees
Pounding on the table, Papa said I would learn
That you take what you get, and you get what you earn
And then he said you reap just what you sow
So I'm gonna take my white house, paint it gold
Summer in Savannah, where the breeze never blows
But you laid on my lap and you wearing my clothes
Mama told me lately she was praying for you
So don't hit me just 'cause you're the best I can do
And I'm a no-neck cursing at a color TV
And the gaslight swirls with June bug wings
Poundin' on the table, Papa said I would learn
That you take what you get, and you get what you earn
And then he 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
So I'm under the bed and you're kissing my face
When Mama told the cop that I was born in the cold
She meant in the shade and free from the load (hey)
And now I'm a 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
And we cut off its head, and 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
This next song is called "Half Moon"
It's a little bit of a change of pace
Especially because I haven't plugged the guitar in