Summer's coming over my way I waited all my life for this day Summer's coming over my way It's gonna be a mighty time Baby better get outta bed 'cause
: Summer's coming over my way I waited all my life for this day Summer's coming over my way It's gonna be a mighty time Baby better get outta bed 'cause
man as they regard the summit. Cold reigning king, Shelter the women that sing As they produce the movement. River running right on over my head Outboard, river
to the edge, down by a river (Not right away, not right away) (Aaa aaa aaa aaa) Crossed the line around the changes of the summer Reaching out to call
the decades every year summer leaves and my birthday's here And all my friends stand up and cheer And say, "Man you're old Getting old, old, getting old
river 'cuz the river don't run Same thing make you laugh, make you cry That's why what goes around comes around, my son Walk down the river 'cuz the river
swore he wasn't ever goin' back Spare parts And broken hearts Keep the world turnin' around Janey heard about a woman over in Calverton Put her baby in the river left the river
Sig', in them white tees Them SB jeans, sneaks is me Dark green with the camouflage print Fake Willies wanna know what's the damage I spent On that new V-Twizzy, grown man
old "jimmy" hoods sudays we'd run for his stash at the new york state line that summer when moments of circumstance altered like wine (chorus) this is for the man
they lived in an alley under the red sky There was an old man and he lived in the moon One summers day he, he came passing by There was an old man and
summer breeze is blowin' A squall is setting in Sometimes it's just plain stupid To get into any kind of wind Well the old men 'round here sometimes
still recall our last summer I still see it all Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain Our last summer Memories that remain We made our way along the river
a truck drivin' man. An' I stayed there for the summer, singin' with a Country band. Every time I hear a freight train lonesome whistle blow, I think about the good man
am And so she watched him round that river bend Go billy felt a chill pass 'cross him Cold they sent him up the river To turn a young man old
through When a good ole boy goes bad Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation Crop growin' son of a gun One dry summer Uncle Sam come a runnin' Wantin
thru When a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation Crop growin son of a gun One dry summer Uncle Sam come a runnin Wantin'
