summer in dixie
confederate railroad
i'm so glad you finally called
how's new york and you been getting on?
you say you're prayin' for one whole week
the weather here's been kind of crazy too
even when the sun burns hot enough
there'd be tar on the road
now if manhattan turns you on
don't worry how i'll make it without you
i'll just here on the porch
and wait here for the breeze
to whisper your name through the willow trees
even when the sun burns hot enough
there'd be tar on the road
even when the sun burns hot enough
there'd be tar on the road