Sunmer in the south

Verse 1

Sun coming up through the pine trees,

Red dirt shining like a brand-new dime,

Daddy’s old truck got the AC fighting,

But we don’t care, we’re doing just fine.

Cooler in the back, gas tank half full,

Two-lane road and nowhere to be,

Somebody’s got a radio turned wide open,

And that river’s calling you and me.

Pre-Chorus

Barefoot running through the yard,

Screen door slamming like a song,

Everybody says the good days go—

Well, they can prove ’em wrong.

Chorus

Long live summer in the South,

Cold beer sweating, windows down,

Sunburn on your shoulders,

Little kids running all over town.

Fishing poles leaning off the dock,

Fireflies lighting up the dark,

Stars hanging low over a backroad,

Girl, you got me wishing on ’em all.

If this is all we get,

Then let the good times roll—

Give me one more Friday night

And a Saturday to steal.

From the first June sunset

To the last August star,

Long live summer in the South,

Just the way we are.

Verse 2

Grandma’s got a pitcher full of sweet tea,

Mama’s got a fan going on the porch,

Uncle Joe’s telling that same old story,

While the kids are racing toward the water’s edge.

Somebody’s grilling out by the tailgate,

Smoke rolling up with the evening heat,

And a girl with a smile like Sunday morning

Just kicked her flip-flops off beside me.

Pre-Chorus

Crickets singing in the weeds,

Moon shining through the trees,

You don’t need much when you’ve got

A little time and company.

Chorus

Long live summer in the South,

Cold beer sweating, windows down,

Sunburn on your shoulders,

Little kids running all over town.

Fishing poles leaning off the dock,

Fireflies lighting up the dark,

Stars hanging low over a backroad,

Girl, you got me wishing on ’em all.

If this is all we get,

Then let the good times roll—

Give me one more Friday night

And a Saturday to steal.

From the first June sunset

To the last August star,

Long live summer in the South,

Just the way we are.

Bridge

One day we’ll miss these nights,

When the kids grow up and the years move on,

We’ll wish we could bottle up

That smell of rain and that old dirt road.

So tonight, don’t watch the clock,

Let tomorrow wait its turn,

We’ve got a fire, we’ve got a sky,

And a whole lot of summer left to burn.

Final Chorus

Long live summer in the South,

Turn that country music up loud,

Let the whole damn county hear us,

We’re still young enough to chase this town.

From the river to the hayfield,

From the porch light to the stars,

We’ll keep making memories

Wherever these backroads take our hearts.

Yeah, if this is all we get,

Then brother, that’s enough—

Give me one more Friday night,

One more kiss, one more cup.

From the first June sunset

To the last August star…

Long live summer in the South,

Long live the way we are.

Outro

Sun goes down, fire burns low,

Crickets sing that old sweet song…

Summer in the South,

Baby, make it last all night long.