Sweet Southern Summer Lyrics by The Band Loula
Cicadas singin’ in the promised land
Cornbread cookin’ in a buttered pan
Daddy’s outside teachin’ Tommy how to be a man
Oh, yeah
Nanny’s on the porch in her rockin’ chair
Pink and blue curlers in her silver hair
Get drunk on the smell of honeysuckle hangin’ in the air
Oh, yeah
Out there in the county, past the service signal line
Pavement turns to red clay, you can hear the crickets cry
Both feet in the water, let the current take the lead
Sweet Southern summer
Truck bed sippin’ north Georgia shine
Catfish bitin’ on a braided line
Bonfire burnin’ good weed and pine
Mighty fine, mighty fine
Out there in the county, past the service signal line
Pavement turns to red clay, you can hear the crickets cry
Both feet in the water, let the current take the lead
Sweet Southern summer, Southern summer
Sweet Southern summer
Highway, help me, won’t you take me
Lula Road up to Mossy Creek
Save my soul, take me home
Back to where my roots run deep
Highway, help me, won’t you take me
Lula Road up to Mossy Creek
Save my soul, take me home
Back to where my roots run deep
Out there in the county, past the service signal line
Pavement turns to red clay, you can hear the crickets cry
Both feet in the water, let the current take the lead
Sweet Southern summer, Southern summer
Sweet Southern summer