| I was walking around on Sunday morning
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| A summer breeze was in the dawnin'
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| And those smells--summer smelled great to me
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| Those are the kind of smells that I wait all year for
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| Summer’s so beautiful to me. |
| I like 'em all but…
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| Listen to this summer morning
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| Those big trees are up there
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| By the side of the rode, they’re lining the road
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| The sun is comin up over 'em, and those trees are dark and cool still
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| The ground is still wet
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| The smell of the pollen and flowers
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| The breeze is so neat, so sweet
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| Bees buzzin' and flies not yet flyin', well there’re little nits nittin'
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| And gnats gnattin'
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| See, I was just…
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| I was just walking around on a summer morning
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| Bop-she-bop-she-bop-hey-hey
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| Enjoying the breeze and these smells of the dawnin'
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| Bop-she-bop-she-bop-hey-hey
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| As the sun rose above the trees
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| So wet still and cool in the morning breeze
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| I love the life so on summer mornings
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| Bop-she-bop-she-bop-hey-hey
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| These smells make me feel so fine
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| Bop-she-bop-she-bop-hey-hey
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| You know, when the sun rise above the trees
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| They still cool, they still dark in the morning breeze
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| These smells, they’re so good
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| Bop-she-bop-she-bop-hey-hey
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| This summer is so fine
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| Bop-she-bop-she-bop-hey-hey
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| When the sun does rise above the trees
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| When they’re still cool and shady in the breeze
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| One more time, I’m talkin' of
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| When the sun it rises above the trees
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| When they’re still wet and dark in the morning breeze |