Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise. My baby's got a song to sing. While the crickets and the train whistle harmonize. Doin' that front porch thing.
Joker Johnny. Was a lie teller. 'Cause he thought somebody. Might like him better. . So he built it up and built it up. 'Til it all fell down. But he never thought the bitter truth.
I drink coffee in the morning. As she slams the bedroom door. She had enough of me. She sure did let me know. Oh the silence spoke out loud and clear.
It's gonna be a long hot summer. The heat's gonna come for sure. Makin' you love me might take longer. But down here everythin' is slow. Sheets are blowin' on the clothes line.
High heels and cocktails, she ain't just boots and beer. She's the living proof there's something in the water 'round here. Well it doesn't matter if it's noon or night.