Summer In Savannah - Iron & Wine

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

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