Homemade Ice Cream

Summer nights and the living is high

And wouldn't you know it

There's big old full moon rising up in the sky

And you know it's right the perfect night

For homemade ice-cream

I can see those lightning buzz and the river flow

There's an old harmonica playing soft and low

And folks back home out on the front porch

Eating homemade ice-cream

But it's a shame that it's only in my mind

'Cause I'm stuck up here in the city

Don't you know it's a pity

I'm grounded in making homemade ice-cream