A Hundred And Ten In The Shade - John Fogerty

Way out here in the cotton

Sun beatin' down so hard

Sweat rollin' off of this shovel

Diggin' in the devil’s boneyard

Sure like a cold drink of water

Soft rag to soothe my face

Sure like a woman to talk to in this place

It’s a hundred and ten

Hundred and ten in the shade

Goin' way down

Mama won’t you carry me

Handle so hot I can’t stand it

Might shrivel up and blow away

Noonday sun makes you crazy

Least, that’s what the old men say

Bottom land hard as a gravestone

Couldn’t cut it with an axe

Gonna lay me down right here

And that’s a fact

It’s a hundred and ten

Hundred and ten in the shade

Goin' way down

Mama won’t you carry me

Sometimes late in the evenin'

Everything is quiet and still

I set here and think about leaving

Lord I guess I never will

Heartache down in that city

Bright light scares me anyway

Sure like a woman to talk to in this place

It’s a hundred and ten

Hundred and ten in the shade

Goin' way down

Mama won’t you carry me