summer in savannah

Iron & Wine

Summer in savannah slows the jackrabbit down
But I m in your car driving to town
Mama s missin finger had a mind of its own
The dog that we lost keeps comin home

Mama had a place there hangin around the soda machine
The birds don t move a love of trees
Poundin on the 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
So I m gonna to take my white house, paint it gold

Summer in savannah where the breeze never blows
But you laid on my lap wearin my clothes
Mama told me lately she was prayin for you
So don t hate me just because you re the best I can do

Another no-neck cursin at a color TV
The gas light swirls, the June bug weaves
Starin at the ceilin about the trouble to save
Find it s all such a drag, but don t get carried away

Someone said you reap just what you sow
So I m gonna to take my white house, paint it gold

Summer in savannah takes a measure of faith
Now under the bed, you re kissin my face
When mama told the cop that I was born in a call
She meant in the shade, free from the law

Now I m a slack-jaw leanin on a newspaper stand
Papa bought a bullet about as big as my hand
We trapped a little hornet in a teacup for fun
We cut off his head but still got stung

I think that Jesus said you reap just what you sow
So I m gonna to take my white house, paint it gold