Summertime Mama - Becca Mancari

Way down in New Orleans

That pretty songbird sure can sing

I wish I wasn’t a gambling man

I wish I had a little more sense than that

Sing me til the sun comes up

Blind me with that nighttime dust

Now I’m half way round again

Now I’m half way round again

Summertime mama

Breaking me down

Wearing that dress

Girl, I’ve seen you around

Summertime mama

Throwing me around

Hot like the stones

On the Tennessee ground

Cover me like a storm cloud does

In the afternoon when you’re caught off-guard

Never knew that I noticed you

Til I felt that lightning inside my arm

Turn me over, turn me up

Turn me on like a boiling pot

Way down in New Orleans

That pretty songbird sure can sing