Sweat Tea and Bandits

Porch swing creaking

in the afternoon heat

Sipping sweet tea,

ice melting sweet

Bandit's sleeping

right by my feet

Patches is hunting

a fly on the screen

Best little mouser

this county has seen

Grey clouds rolling

over hills of green (yeah)

Oh, Kentucky

rain is falling down

Swatting the flies as they buzz around

Just me and my Bandit,

and Patches too

Underneath a sky

of slate

and blue

Thunder is rumbling,

the screen door bangs

Smell of wet pine

where the clothesline hangs

Bandit gives a bark,

Patches gives a stare

Nothing but peace

in this Bluegrass air

Oh, Kentucky

rain is falling down

Swatting the flies as they buzz around

Just me and my Bandit,

and Patches too

Underneath a sky

of slate

and blue

Just me and my

Bandit... (sweet Kentucky rain)

And Patches too...