This one started on a humid day in the upper nineties, with a heat index near 118. There were still chores to do, and I figured the situation deserved a funny song. It’s part truth and part explanation of what summer in the South feels like when you’re pretty sure the gates of Hell are just down the road.
Lyrics
Tennessee summer ain't foolin' around
Heat's already risin' in waves off the ground
Rabbits need feedin', hens need turnin' loose
So I put on my socks and pull on my boots
It's too dang hot for anything more
Than boots and socks doin' farm chores
The hens don't stare and the rabbits don't talk
Only thing keepin' watch is the hands on the clock
That's the naked truth, plain as it gets
Sun on my shoulders, sweat on my
chest
No puttin' on airs, got nothin' to prove
Just me and this land and the naked truth
Mendin' fence wire, totin' fresh hay
Waterin' the garden in the heat of the day
That breeze on bare skin feels mighty fine
Ain't no pair of blue jeans gonna change my mind
It's too dang hot for anything more
Than boots and socks doin' farm chores
The hens don't stare and the rabbits don't talk
Only thing keepin' watch is the hands on the clock
That's the naked truth, plain as it gets
Sun on my shoulders, sweat on my
chest
No puttin' on airs, got nothin' to prove
Just me and this land and the naked truth
Funny how the less I wear
The more I feel like me
No labels and no cover-ups
Just livin' honestly
Sun above and earth below
No reason left to hide
Out here what I show
Is only who I am inside
It's too dang hot for anything more
Than boots and socks doin' farm chores
The hens don't stare and the rabbits don't talk
Only thing keepin' watch is the hands on the clock
That's the naked truth, plain as it gets
Sun on my shoulders, sweat on my chest
No puttin' on airs, got nothin' to prove
Just me and this land and the naked truth
Nothin' but boots and socks
That's the naked truth