Making Hay

It was 12:25
In the scorching noon
A hot day in July
With nothing better to do
Sat on the porch
And I dreamed of the rain
It's a hundred degrees in the shade
And it's a bad day for lovin'
And it's a real sad day to go
And it's a damn bad time to ask me to stay
But a good day to make hay in the sun
Got my belongings
And I walked to the van
Cleared out the back seat
For my old canvas bag
Looked in the mirror
With a tear in my eye
Always frowned
On grown men who cry
And it's a bad day for lovin'
And it's a real sad day to go
And it's a damn bad time to ask me to stay
But a good day to make hay in the sun
And it's a bad day for lovin'
And it's a real sad day to go
And it's a damn bad time to ask me to stay
But a good day to make hay in the sun
And it's a bad day for lovin'
And it's a real sad day to go
And it's a damn bad time to ask me to stay
But a good day to make hay in the sun
But a good day to make hay in the sun
But a real good day to make hay in the sun