The wheels on the summer Are comin' to a slow slow roll And from the neighborhood pools The weekends to the woods They go baby go Darlin, you did what I thought you might do And picked the white pinnacle esters To keep them in your room To drink in the blues And if they cut off your water For shit rising up from the drain I'll be your Cowboy coffee to roll up And boil your rain The rails on the road bling on, frigid And I could use a hand To hold me home And the buzzards remind of the loss That I have still yet to really know And you bring the wonder Of a hearth undercover To melt all the ice in my brain When I'm feeling funny You do that for me, honey If you should find other comfort Before I return, I respect you Should he take you for a fool I'll break his arms Maybe doll in up his charm I made promises cheaper Then one by the reaper After drunkenly gambling the blame That I'm going all-in for you babe Should you ever take ill Well I'll sugar your swell To show you about the ships I can trade To lie and watch movies all-day To float on the woozy parade With you