on the receipt before I foot the bill Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my power tool You know the fucking drill How you douche bags feel knowing you're disposable? Summers
day in me, I can also show if you and you may follow. Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember, Setting up of other roads,
soul. What you can't see, can't be very whole. Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember, Setting up of other roads, travel on
tell a soul What you can't see, can't be very whole Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember Setting up of other roads, travel
in Alazka, detasselted corn in West Nebraska Grab a map, pick a spot, I've probably been there Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere I've spent a summer on a
Headlights, a hundred cars Behind somebody's daddy's barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing
my tears like the morning dew warm up my soul like a soft cotton sweater and gather my heart all up in you I know we're walking down a hard road the
earth beneath my feet On a summer night, In the Orchard My car is parked down, side of the road Over the mountain, a red moon glows Soon the summer
I ain't putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna Twenty-six inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon' last for the whole summer Running your bitch faster then the Road
know That baby, Perfect Have I Loved Do you remember the stupid things we used to do? Before September stole me away from you The time we got your truck stuck in the creek 'Cos baby, roads
I took the horses up to the stall Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt It bein' summer, I took
started walking Where were they going without ever knowing the way? Anyone could see the road that they walk on is paved in gold And it's always summer
us down Big dreams in a small town Rollin' down a dusty road in my daddy's Ford I wish that I could feel that way again I remember those summer nights
10 Years (Oprah Winfrey show 10 year anniversary theme) You are moving on a crowded street Through various shades of people In the summers harshest
bitch I got 8 balls 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG bitch I got 8 balls [T.I. - Verse 2] Its the king young gunna hotter thana suana in the summer nigga
to the Johnson's fence That's where I first saw Mary On that roadside pickin' blackberries That summer I turned a corner in my soul Down that red dirt road
I grew up on the edge of a cornfield at the end of a long dirt road Carolina plow boy, ain?t had a free summer since I was ten years old Mama made us
She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and strong love grows She grew up good She grew up slow Like American honey Steady as a