Another Sunday in the South

Only thing moving out here is the swing on the front porch
And the sun's beating down heating up this house like a blow torch
Sitting here singing Dixie with a whistle
Man, it's hotter than a two dollar pistol
Baby I know that it's only 11:30
But sure as hell or high water I'm getting kinda thirsty
I don't need your mama's lemonade
I need something from a can or a bottle on ice
Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
You and me go fishing in the dark
Killing time with restless heart
Just another Sunday in the South
There's church bells ringing down the road and we ain't going
I'm singing Hallelujah right here with the warm wind blowing
Next to you, sitting next to me and we're shaking that sugar tree
Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
All you gotta do is give me that wink
Man, this ain't no thinking thing
Just another Sunday in the South
Well honey it's a far cry from our crazy lives
But all you gotta do is turn on the radio
It'll take us back, it'll take us home
Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
You and me go fishing in the dark
Killing time with restless heart
Just another Sunday in the South
We're gonna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
All you gotta do is give me that wink
And this ain't no thinking thing
Just another Sunday in the South
Just another Sunday
Just another Sunday
Just another Sunday
Just another Sunday
In the South