I’m
counting 7 days
A full week in September.
I’ve got a bed that you can stay in,
There’s room as I remember.
Leaves will turn to color in the wind
Jack Frost comes and sleeps here like a friend
Open your door and the sun has come out again
Baby it’s the same sun you see, in Tennessee...
Aww, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed
Scratching your pretty red haired head
You ask me "do you mind if I change the
tunes?"
You’re leaning over to change the station
Unaware of my observations
You read the clock and I say "That can’t be
true."
It’s Saturday,
Quarter past two
It’s quarter past two, in the afternoon.
You say "Seeing’s how we missed cartoons
and it’s much too early for saloons,
why don’t we see what the kitchen’s got in
stock?"
My feet were warm the floor was cold
The vote said no when the men were polled
So I said, " I can’t seem to find my
socks"
"They’re at the end of the bed, babe"
you said.
I said, "Thanks a lot.
Thank you very much."
I’m counting 7 days
I’ll fly you into Boston
I’ll be your tour guide if you’ll stay
They’re alleys to get lost in
Leaves they turn to color in the wind
Jack frost comes and sleeps here like a friend
Open your door and the sun has come out again
Baby it’s the same sun you see.
