It's gonna be a long hot summer,
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The heats gonna come for sure
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Makin you love me might take longer, down here everything is slow
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Sheets are blowin on the closeline,
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Honeysuckle make ya smell real sweet
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They way they feel when you lay down on em, ya can't get from no machine
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Well I know you come down every season,
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to waste time on your grandpa's farm
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Ain't tryin to talk you outta leavin,
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a little sun won't do no harm
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So go ahead and put your summer dress on,
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the sky's bright and the water's fine
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and if you don't feel like swimmin,
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we'll find a bank and wet a line
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Cause I know up in the city,
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Ain't no space to run around in
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Down here we got dirt streets your bare feet can't help but settle down in
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Well I know you come down every season,
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to waste time on your grandpa's farm
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Ain't tryin to talk you outta leavin,
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a little sun won't do no harm
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Well I know you come down every season,
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to waste time on your grandpa's farm
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Ain't tryin to talk you outta leavin,
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a little sun won't do no harm
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Well I'll show you around if you come outside,
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ain't no need in hidin yourself anyhow
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I'll show you around if you come outside,
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ain't no need in hidin yourself anyhow
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Well I know you come down every season,
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to waste time on your grandpa's farm
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Ain't tryin to talk you outta leavin,
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a little sun won't do no harm
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show you around if you come outside,
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ain't no need in hidin yourself anyhow
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I'll show you around if you come outside,
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ain't no need in hidin yourself anyhow
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Grandpa's Farm
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| Frankie Ballard |
