| Screen door cracked |
| The ballgame on |
| Man on the porch singin' baritone |
| Tan line leads to that gentle place |
| Between her collarbone and her stone-cold face |
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| Dock hand boys all say goodbye |
| To the women that they swear are gonna be their wives |
| They'll be gone by the wintertime |
| And they don't wanna bother with no friend of mine |
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| Wet, hot, American nights |
| Shake your body dry under coastline light |
| Wet, hot, American nights |
| We snuck our Fords to the shore |
| And drank a bottle bone dry |
| We snuck our Fords to the shore |
| And drank a bottle bone dry |
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| Davey got back from his first tour |
| He ain't the same boy that he was before |
| Twenty's too young to nearly die |
| American boys are a friend of mine |
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| Delco Danny cut a deal with the dealer |
| That he met out at the Rivers Casino |
| He got caught countin' cards, and the spades broke his heart |
| Then them Point Breeze boys broke his nose |
| Heard Mary got that job that she wanted out of town |
| She was better than the sum of all of us anyhow |
| She still stops by whenever she can |
| She's tougher than my brother with a balled left-hand |
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| Wet, hot, American nights |
| Shake your body off under coastline light |
| Wet, hot, American nights |
| We snuck our Fords to the shore |
| And drank a bottle bone dry |
| We snuck our Fords to the shore |
| And drank a bottle bone dry |
|
| Screen door cracked |
| The ballgame on |
| Man on the porch singin' baritone |
| Tan line leads to that gentle place |
| Between her collarbone and her stone-cold face |
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