July nineteen-eighty-one

Alabama summer sun
Sissy got her fishing pole

Went down to the honey hole

Greasy fiery frying pan

Viola grabbed it with her hand

It burned so bad her skin it peeled

There I saw the truth revealed

Watermelon tastes so good

Bare feet on the cool hardwood

Summer dresses Nanny made

Cut off blue jeans torn and frayed

Swinging on the barnyard gate

It don’t get dark till after eight

Run inside a kiss and hug

Wrapped up in my mama’s love

Firefly whispered in my ear
She said let’s get outta here

Fly down to the creek with me
There’s something you gotta see
The stars come out and glow so bright
That’s why I don’t mess with morning light
‘Cause they’re the ones that soothe my soul
They make me wanna rock ‘n roll
Easy in the summertime
Easy in the summertime
Easy in the summertime