F C G F C G
C F C
I need the heat of the sun in my mind I’m young
G F
Sitting on the porch swing singing songs to you
C
We’re back down south you say boy watch your mouth
G F
As it slips out a curse word or two
C
That old smack on a wooden frame
G F
Cicadas on the wind and a sudden rain
C
What I’d give for another day
G C
With you just a screen door away
F Am G F Am G
F C
And I can smell what’s cooking in side
G F
You’re humming the chorus of some hymnal
C
Heavens not far behind
G F
Creaking hinges to a house so packed full
C
There’s moments in the windows and walls
G F
There’s no telling what I’d say
C G F
Oh If you were just a phone call or a screen door away
(Bouncy guitar solo)
C Em F C Em F
Am C G
I need the heat of the sun I’ve grown so numb
F
Not having anyone to sing to
Am G
All the doors around are ninety feet off the ground
F F
And not one of them are see through
C
We’re back down south you say boy watch your mouth
G F
As it slips out a curse word or two
That old smack on a wooden frame
G F
Cicadas on the wind and a sudden rain
C
What I’d give for another day
G C
With you just a screen door away
F Am G F Am G
F C
And I can smell what’s cooking in side
G F
You’re humming the chorus of some hymnal
C
Heavens not far behind
G F
Creaking hinges to a house so packed full
C
There’s moments in the windows and walls
G F
There’s no telling what I’d say
C G F
Oh If you were just a phone call or a screen door away
(Bouncy guitar solo)
C Em F C Em F
Am C G
I need the heat of the sun I’ve grown so numb
F F
Not having anyone to sing to
Am G
All the doors around are ninety feet off the ground
F F
And not one of them are see through
[Verse 1]
I need the heat of the sun, in my mind I am young
Sittin' on a porch swing singin' songs to you
We're back down south, you say "Boy watch your mouth" as it slips out a curse word or two
That old smack on a wooden frame
Cicadas on the wind and a sudden rain
What I'd give for another day
With you just a screen door away
[Verse 2]
I can smell what's cookin' inside
You're hummin' the chorus of some hymnal
Heaven's not far behind
Creakin' hinges to a house so packed full
There's moments in the windows and walls
There's no tellin' what I'd say
If you were just a phone call or a screen door away
[Verse 3]
I need the heat of the sun, I've grown so numb
Not havin' anyone to sing to
All the door around are 90 feet off the ground
And not one of them are see-through
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