Hot - Mark Chesnutt

Air ain’t moving, not a hint of a breeze

Lord, it must be a hundred degrees

Bad part is, it’s only ten o’clock

Man, it’s hot

Think I’ll go down to the store and get a cold drink

Scald my legs on that black vinyl seat

You can see the heat rising off the parking lot

It’s flat out hot

It’s hot, and I ain’t just talking

Saw a dog chasing a cat

And they were both walking

They’ll blame it on El Niño, but it’s not

It’s just plain old hot

Bare foot kids on a blacktop road

Tip-toeing like they’re walking on coals

Little feet are frying like tater-tots

Have mercy, it’s hot

Talk about drought, man it ain’t rained a lick

Caught a catfish this morning, it was covered in ticks

September’s all the hope we got

And I’m here to tell you, it’s hot

It’s hot, and I ain’t just talking

Saw a dog chasing a cat

And they were both walking

They’ll blame it on El Niño, but it’s not

We know it’s not

No, it’s just plain old…

Hotter than a biscuit in a cast-iron skillet

It’s just plain old

Hotter than Cindy Crawford in a cedar wood sauna

It’s just plain old hot