Jason Collett - Almost Summer lyrics

Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under. Cigarettes, Southern Comfort with your friends behind the bleachers it’s my first dance. He’s gonna beat it in the high school gym It’s almost summer, almost warm enough to swim. Backyards are waiting. He’s got your name, he’s got your number He’s got your name, he’s got your number The sun sets across the parking lot, walking cool with your friends. Before the ready cops even know you’re in the sand. The night is waiting Here he comes, you’re a little nervous Here he comes

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