Summertime Mama

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 till the sun comes up

Blind me with that nighttime dust

Now I'm halfway round again

Now I'm halfway 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

Till I felt that lightning inside my arm

Turn me over, turn me up

Turn me on like a boiling pot

Now I'm halfway round again

Now I'm halfway 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

Way down in New Orleans

That pretty songbird sure can sing