Tony Joe White - One Hot July

The river was a special place A swimming hole 'round every bend Summers use to last forever... back then Running barefoot through the pasture Sunday evening baseball games The old men talked about the weather It never changed... it stayed the same We need rain... the crops are dry Gonna be... one hot July Autumn was the place to be And through the years it still remains Always a part of me... September rain Gonna be one hot July And it seems like August never ends No one could see it coming Nothing can change it now Shoulders bending in the cold wind And hearts lay frozen on the ground April came without a sound Someone said it must be spring But I only see the flowers growing... in dreams All the songs are locked inside There's nobody here to sing And I no longer feel that I am a part of anything Time just goes on by... gonna be one hot July