Summertime Mama - Audiotree Live Version

Way down in New Orleans
That pretty songbird sure can sing
I wish I wasn't a gambling man
I wish I had a little more sense than that
Sing me til the sun comes up
Blind me with that nighttime dust

Now I'm half way round again
Now I'm half way round again

Summertime mama
Breaking me down
Wearing that dress
Girl, I've seen you around
Summertime mama
Throwing me around
Hot like the stones
On the Tennessee ground

Cover me like a storm cloud does
In the afternoon when you're caught off-guard
Never knew that I noticed you
Til I felt that lightning inside my arm
Turn me over, turn me up
Turn me on like a boiling pot

Way down in New Orleans
That pretty songbird sure can sing



Credits
Writer(s): Rebecca Grace Mancari, Hannah Leigh Lusk
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