Lyrics Summer In Savannah - Iron & Wine

Summer In Savannah

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