The Stars...They Burn

Duration

2:37

Genres

Folk

Lyrics

I'm sick of all this weather I'm tired of all the struggle It rains everyday and then it gets so hot And I can't take more of what she's got But we got supplies we can stay inside and see If anything else survives You've got the first watch I'm gonna get me some sleep And if you see birds fall dead from the sky And no one seems to be driving around Get out the guns Fill up the tub This means somethings going down I was designed to be cool and dry But south Alabama wants to kill me with her summertime.