July Porch Jam

(hey!) (one, two, three,

let's go!)

Up in Minnesota where the white pines grow Got a pontoon boat

that's a little bit slow She barely floats,

but she's got style We've been drifting on the lake for about

a mile

Got ten first cousins on a three-man bench Sipping cold sweet tea

from a rusty wrench Tossing out a line in the green and

blue But the fish are laughing at the things we do (haha!)

That's a screen door summer,

swinging on the hinge Red-hot sunburn from a shoreline binge Slamming in

the evening, banging in the dawn Best kind of magic that we've

ever drawn

Uncle Billy's got the grill running hot and high Burning every single

burger 'neath the northern sky

We got aloe vera for the shoulders and the nose And the

lake-water squishing through our ten bare toes

Listen close when the sun goes down

No better sound in this little lake town

Then it slams shut loud and free

(one, two, let's fly!)

That's a screen door summer,

swinging on the hinge Red-hot sunburn from a shoreline binge Slamming in

the evening, banging in the dawn Best kind of magic that we've

ever drawn

Yeah, that screen door summer (bam!)