We pick and pack a knapsack Full of staghorn sumac Silver underbellies show As leaves in the wind blow So we make a little picnic stop In the red clover cover crop As sun beat our bones down Buzzard drones wing around Red August, it's hottest The pale blue chicory's all gone withery Red August, its hottest came And blasted the grass That grew so fast How does she walk on the side of this road Where there's no shoulder there to hold her? It's so hot and dry on this road Find your water, zombie daughter Drivers flying blind on this road Head for the ditches, scare up some witches Green as it's gonna get Summer isn't over yet We make a little gang of three As she tumbles in our cuppa tea We leave behind the fallow field For berries that the brambles yield Middle summer in the south So kissin' leaves a bloody stain Burnin' August in the brain Red August, it's hottest The pale blue chicory's all gone withery Red August, its hottest came And blasted the grass That grew so fast