Lazy days in mid-July
Country Sunday mornings
Dusty haze on summer highways
Sweet magnolia calling
Now and then I find myself
Thinkin' of the days
That we were walking in
The Alabama rain
Drive-in movies, Friday nights
Drinkin' beer and laughin'
Somehow things were always right
I just don't know what happened
Now and then I find myself
Thinkin' of the days
That we were walking in
The Alabama rain
We were only kids
But then I've never heard it said
That kids can't fall in love
And feel the same
I can still remember the first time
I told you "I love you"
On a dusty mid-July
Country summer's lullaby
And shared our secret
Now and then I find myself
Thinkin' of the days
That we were walking in
The Alabama rain
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