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Summer in Savannah slows the jackrabbit down*
But I'm in your car driving through town
Mama's missing finger had a mind of its own
And the dog that we lost keeps coming home

And now my health is hanging round a soda machine
And the birds don't move in the live oak trees
Pounding on the table Papa said I would learn
You take what you get and you get what you earn

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 wearing my clothes
Mama told me lately she was praying for you
So don't hate me just cause you're the best I can do

And I'm a no-neck cursing at a color TV
And the gas light swirls with june bug wings
Staring at the ceiling Papa struggled to say
You'll find it's all such a drag but don't get carried away

Someone 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
From under the bed you're kissing my face
When Mama told the cop that I was born in the cold
She meant in the shade free from the load

Now I'm a slack-jaw leaning on a newspaper stand
Papa bought a bullet 'bout as big as my hand
We trapped a little hornet in a teacup for fun
We cut off his head, 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