Lyrics Dog Days - Atlanta Rhythm Section, The Atlanta Rhythm Section

Dog Days

Paper fans in sweaty hands
Shooing flies away
Reflections on a porch
A shelter from the scorch
When dog days came around
Babies squalled as August crawled
Past old folks in the shade
The weather vane was stuck
And white oak creek would drop
When dog days came around
The dog days were scorchers
Southern torture
But we found an answer to the plight
It was a dog day’s night
Evening brings a front porch scene
But time to rest your bones
And pray you won’t be here
Come this time next year
When dog old days come along
The dog days were scorchers
Southern torture
But we found an answer to the plight
It was a dog day’s night
The dog days were scorchers
Southern torture
But we found an answer to the plight
It was a dog day’s night
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