Lazy days in mid July. Country Sunday mornings. Dusty haze on summer highways. Sweet magnolia calling. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. Drivin' movies Friday nights, drinkin' beers & laughin'. Somehow things will always right. Just don't know what happened. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. We were only kids but then I never heard it said that kiss can falling in love and feel the same. I can still remember the first time I told you I love you. All the dust in mid July. Country summer's evening. Weeping willow sang its lullaby share our secret. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. Walking in the Alabama rain.
Lazy days in mid July. Country Sunday mornings. Dusty haze on summer highways. Sweet magnolia calling. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. Drivin' movies Friday nights, drinkin' beers & laughin'. Somehow things will always right. Just don't know what happened. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. We were only kids but then I never heard it said that kiss can falling in love and feel the same. I can still remember the first time I told you I love you. All the dust in mid July. Country summer's evening. Weeping willow sang its lullaby share our secret. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. Walking in the Alabama rain.