Summer in Savannah (Live KCRW Radio Session)

Summer in Savannah slows a jack rabbit down

But I'm in your car and driving to town

Mama's missing finger had a mind of its own

And the dog that we lost keeps coming home

And now my ham-fisted hanging 'round a soda machine

And the birds don't move in a live oak tree

Pounding on the table, Papa said I would learn

That you take what you get and you give what you earn

And then he said, "You reap just what you sow"

So I'm gonna take my white house, paint it gold

Summer in Savannah where the breeze never blows

But you laid on my lap and you're wearing my clothes

Mama told me lately she was praying for you

So don't hit me just 'cause you're the best I can do

And now I'm a no-neck cursing at a color TV

And the gaslight swirls with June bug wings

Pounding on the table, Papa said I would learn

That you take what you get and you give what you earn

And then he said, "You reap just what you sow"

So I'm gonna take my white house, paint it gold

Summer in Savannah takes a measure of faith

So I'm under the bed and you're kissing my face

When Mama told the cop that I was born in the call

She met in the shade and free from the law

And now I'm a slack-jaw leaning on a newspaper stand

And Papa bought a bullet 'bout as big as my hand

We trapped a little hornet in a teacup for fun

And we cut off its head and we still got stung

I think that Jesus said, "You reap just what you sow"

So I'm gonna take my white house, paint it gold