lazy days in midjuly
country sunday mornings
dusty haze on summer highways
sweet magnolia calling

drive in movies • friday nights
drinking beer and laughing
somehow things were always right
I just don't know what happened

we were only kids but then I've never heard it said
that kids don't fall in love and feel the same
I can still remember the first time I told you I love you

on a dusty midjuly
country summer's evening
weeping willow sang it's lullaby
and shared our secret

now and then I find myself thinking of the days
that we were walking in the alabama rain

                                   jim croce