Come this time next year
The dog days were scorchers
Southern torture
It was a dog day's night
The weather vane was stuck
The dog days were scorchers
When dog days came around
It was a dog day's night
Reflections on a porch
A shelter from the scorch
But we found an answer to the plight
Babies squalled as August crawled
Southern torture
It was a dog day's night
But we found an answer to the plight
Past old folks in the shade
When dog days came around
When dog old days come along
And pray you won't be here
But time to rest your bones
Evening brings a front porch scene
Southern torture
The dog days were scorchers
But we found an answer to the plight
And white oak creek would drop