Drop of July

DROP OF JULY

WE HAD SWEET SUMMERTIME ON THE RADIO 

RAINBOW FLIP FLOPS SHIFTING DOWN FORTY

IT WAS DOORS OFF THE JEEP ROUND WRIGHTSVILLE BEACH 

WELL WHISKEY NIGHTS MELTING INTO MORNINGS 

SHE CAME IN LIKE THAT HURRICANE SHE HAD IN HER HAND 

BLONDE HAIR TIED BACK IN THAT BANDANA MAN

TOO YOUNG TO CALL IT LOVE THEN, BUT I WONT LIE   

AND IT DAMN SURE FELT A HELLUVA LOT LIKE 

CHORUS 

BACKSEAT, BAREFEET, BARELY 

OLD ENOUGH TO BUY OUR OWN DRINKS 

THAT SUNBURN, SALT KISS, SHE WAS BURNIN HOTTER THAN THE SUMMER SUN DID 

I WAS PEDAL-DOWN REAL WORLD SHE WAS HEADED BACK TO COLLEGE 

WE WERE RUNNING OUT OF SAND IN THAT HOUR GLASS TO AUGUST 

ID DO IT ALL AGAIN LIKE I DO IN MY MIND, NAH I WOULDN’T SAVE A SIP 

ID DRINK EVERY LAST DROP OF JULY 

VERSE

THOSE STAR STRIPED BOTTOMS HANGING OFF HER HIPS

THAT SECOND COPPERTONE STILL ON MY LIPS

RUSH OF HER TOUCH THE SOUND OF THE TIDE

AND THAT NEVER STOP NEVER STOP LOOK IN HER EYES