Summer headed south in sixty-four found me there in my beat up car
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My soul possessions came to nothing more than my traveling bags and my old guitar
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Wine and pretty women were the life of me the devil rode along for my company
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Picking and singing I did the rounds of a score of southern country towns
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I came to Summerset when summer leaves were turning yellow
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Summer songs had all been sung by fellows such as I
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I came to Summerset to sow the seeds of wild dependent
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The people there came up to stare and watch me passin' by
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It was in the chill of that early autumn the breathless still of the afternoon
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When I felt to sudden strange contentment lyin' there in Matilda's room
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Matilda's arms were warm and willing Matilda's arms were mine to share
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Seems they found the need within they never even knew was there
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I came to Summerset when summer leaves were turning yellow
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Summer songs had all been sung by fellows such as I
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I came to Summerset to sow the seeds of wild dependent
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The people seemed to understand and watch me passin' by
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Some people say he's like his mother other people say he's got my ways
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Seems kinda quiet around there since he started to school the other day
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I came to Summerset...
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I came to Summerset...
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Summerset
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Jim Ed Brown |