No More Summer

well in the middle of the afternoon

I wanna take you on a drunken binge cruise

Driving country roads with the dust and the breeze

sun beatin down hey would you pass me a cool one pleaseyeah no time to lose when you got no boozethere's no more wind in your hair

there's no more days at the fair

there's no more summer left anymore....well down in the bayou south of New Orleans

there lives a man who likes to do as he pleases

he was raised in the country now the city he calls home

and when he plays his guitar the girls start to groanyeah no booze is bad news when you got the bluesthere's more days at the beach

there's no more waves out of reach

there's no more summer left anymore.....