It was a hot afternoon,
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Last day of June,
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And the sun was a demon,
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The clouds were afraid,
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One-ten in the shade,
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And the pavement was steaming.
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I told Billy-Ray,
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In his red Chevrolet,
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I needed time for some thinking,
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I was just walking by,
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When I looked in her eye,
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And I swore it was winking.
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She was 31 and I was 17,
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I knew nothing about love, she knew everything,
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When I saw down beside her on the front porch swing,
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And wondered what the coming night would bring.
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The sun closed her eyes,
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As it climbed in the sky,
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And it started to swelter,
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The sweat trickled down the front of her gown,
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And I thought it would melt her.
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She through back her hair,
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Like I wasn't there,
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And she sipped on a julep,
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Her shoulders were bare,
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And I tried not to stare,
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When I looked at her two lips.
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And when she looked at me,
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I heard her softly say,
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I know you're young,
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You don't know what to do or say,
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But stay with me until the sun has gone away,
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And I will chase the boy in you away.
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And then she smiled and we talked for a while,
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And we walked for a mile to the sea,
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We sat on the sand, and the boy took her hand,
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But I saw the sun rise as a man.
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Ten years have gone by,
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Since I looked in her eye,
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But the memory lingers,
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I got back in my mind,
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To the very first time,
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And feel the touch of her fingers,
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It was a hot afternoon,
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Last day of June,
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And the sun was a demon,
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The clouds were afraid,
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One-ten in the shade,
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And the pavement was steaming...
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Summer (The Fitst Time)
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| Bobby Goldsboro |
