| Lazy days in mid-July | |
| Country Sunday mornin's | |
| Dusty haze on summer highways | |
| Sweet magnolia callin' | |
| But now and then I find myself | |
| Thinkin' of the days | |
| That (when) we were walking in | |
| The Alabama rain | |
| Drive-in movies, Friday nights | |
| Drinkin' beer and laughin' | |
| Somehow things were always right | |
| I just don't know what happened | |
| We were only kids | |
| But then I've never heard it said | |
| That kids can't fall in love | |
| And feel the same | |
| I can still remember the first time | |
| I told you "I love you" | |
| On a dusty mid-July | |
| Country summer's evenin's | |
| Weepin' willows sang its lullaby | |
| And shared our secret | |
| Walking in the Alabama rain |