Georgia Dust & July Sweat

[Chorus] Smell of watermelon in the old fridge door Peeling paint on the wooden fence by the sycamore Elvis crooning from the radio, wanting more Yeah, that July sweat and grass, I'm longing for [Verse] Dusty highway, Georgia sun's descent Ninety-three, the year the cotton was heaven-sent Driving back from the city, money spent Saw a ghost town cinema, heaven-bent On a rusted swing set, a kid with a sweet treat Barefoot summer memory, can't be beat [Pre-Chorus] That old drive-in screen, a faded sign Reminds me of a girl, she was always mine Stealing peaches from old man Henderson's vine Running down hot asphalt, feeling so divine [Chorus] Smell of watermelon in the old fridge door Peeling paint on the wooden fence by the sycamore Elvis crooning from the radio, wanting more Yeah, that July sweat and grass, I'm longing for [Verse] We used a garden hose, a makeshift mic Singing 'bout forever, felt so right Underneath the stars, burning ever so bright Didn't know the world could change overnight Now the concrete jungle calls my name But this Georgia dust still fuels the flame [Pre-Chorus] That old drive-in screen, a faded sign Reminds me of a girl, she was always mine Stealing peaches from old man Henderson's vine Running down hot asphalt, feeling so divine [Chorus] Smell of watermelon in the old fridge door Peeling paint on the wooden fence by the sycamore Elvis crooning from the radio, wanting more Yeah, that July sweat and grass, I'm longing for [Bridge] That kid on the swing, he doesn't know the cost Of growing up, of feeling lost Chasing dreams that eventually get crossed But that summer's magic, it can't be tossed Away, away, it lingers in the air A sweet perfume beyond compare [Chorus] Smell of watermelon in the old fridge door Peeling paint on the wooden fence by the sycamore Elvis crooning from the radio, wanting more Yeah, that July sweat and grass, I'm longing for [Outro]