Besedila: Shane Yellowbird. Summer Day.

Ice cube meltin in my sweet tea glass,
the smell of fresh cut grass,
days like this i wish would last,
just go on forever.

Layin' around all afternoon,
nobody here but me and you,
no place I'd rather be,
then on this front porch swing.

Its a summer day,
sweatin' the time away,
watchin' the clouds roll by,
it's hot outside,
but I've got you here girl,
so I've got no complaints,
with you here in my arms,
we're out here on this farm,
all our troubles drift away,
on a summer day.

Your brown hair high up off your neck,
sunflowers on your summer dress,
you look so sexy I must confess,
it's all that I can take.

Baby maybe later on tonight,
look up at the stars and count fireflies,
and love in that way,
'till the sun comes up again.

On a summer day,
sweatin' the time away,
watchin' the clouds roll by,

it's hot outside,
but I've got you here girl,
so I've got no complaints,
with you here in my arms,
we're out here on this farm,
all our troubles drift away,
on a summer day.

Yeah Yeah Yeah.
It's a summer day.

It's a summer day,
so let's sit in the shade a while,
all I can do is smile,
its hot outside,
but I've got you here girl,
so I've got not complaints,
with you here in my arms,
we're out here on this farm,
all our troubles drift away,
on a summer day.

(I've got no complaints,
watchin the clouds roll by,
its hot outside but I've got you here girl)

You and me on a summer day.

(With you here in my arms,
we're out here on this farm)