Tekster: Atlanta Rhythm Section. Dog Days.

Paper fans in sweaty hands
Shooing flies away
Reflections on a porch
A shelter from the scorch
When dog days came around

Babies squalled as August crawled
Past old folks in the shade
The weather vane was stuck
And white oak creek would drop
When dog days came around

The dog days were scorchers
Southern torture
But we found an answer to the plight
It was a dog day's night

Evening brings a front porch scene
But time to rest your bones
And pray you won't be here
Come this time next year
When dog old days come along

The dog days were scorchers
Southern torture
But we found an answer to the plight
It was a dog day's night

The dog days were scorchers
Southern torture
But we found an answer to the plight
It was a dog day's night
Oh, yeah, more dog days oh, yeah