Jason Collett – Almost Summer Lyrics

Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under.
Cigarettes, Southern Comfort
with your friends behind the bleachers its my first dance.
Hes gonna beat it in the high school gym

Its almost summer, almost warm enough to swim.
Backyards are waiting.

Hes got your name, hes got your number

Hes got your name, hes got your number

The sun sets across the parking lot,
walking cool with your friends.
Before the ready cops even know youre in the sand.
The night is waiting

Here he comes, youre a little nervous
Here he comes