Meet me down in the delta
Meet me down in the delta
where the hot summer swelter
will melt all our blues away
We’ll sit on the front porch swing
not doing a damn thing
but thinking up new games to play:
things that don’t require running,
’cause under the gun
in this heat you’ll likely as not expire
only a damn fool would venture
from where it’s cool
run the risk of setting themselves on fire
Don’t pay no mind to what the weatherman says
He’s a liar if he says he knows
Ain’t no point guessing, and use in stressing
it’ll only make you sweat through your clothes