Summer nights... And the living is high. And wouldn't you know it, There's big old full moon Rising up in the sky. And you know it's right The perfect night For homemade ice-cream... I can see those lightning buzz And the river flow There's an old harmonica Playing soft and low And folks back home Out on the front porch Eating homemade ice-cream... But it's a shame That it's only in my mind... 'Cause I'm stuck up here In the city, Don't you know it's a pity I'm grounded in Making homemade ice-cream. Авторы: Tony Joe White Recorded in August 1979, 18.2.80, 31.3.80
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