Dog Days

Paper fans in sweaty hands

Shooing flies away

Reflections on a porch

A shelter from the scorch

When dog days came aroundBabies squalled as August crawled

Past old folks in the shade

The weather vane was stuck

And white oak creek would drop

When dog days came aroundThe dog days were scorchers

Southern torture

But we found an answer to the plight

It was a dog day's nightEvening brings a front porch scene

But time to rest your bones

And pray you won't be here

Come this time next year

When dog old days come alongThe dog days were scorchers

Southern torture

But we found an answer to the plight

It was a dog day's nightThe dog days were scorchers

Southern torture

But we found an answer to the plight

It was a dog day's night

Oh, yeah, more dog days oh, yeah