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
