Ô³ª/Jim Croce ר¼/ÖÜ»ª½¡¡¶Songs of Birds¡· ±à¼/¿á¹·
Lazy days in mid July. Country Sunday mornings. Dusty haze on summer highways. Sweet magnolia calling. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. Drivin' movies Friday nights, drinkin' beers & laughin'. Somehow things will always right. Just don't know what happened. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. We were only kids but then I never heard it said that kiss can falling in love and feel the same. I can still remember the first time I told you I love you. All the dust in mid July. Country summer's evening. Weeping willow sang its lullaby share our secret. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. Walking in the Alabama rain.
Ô³ª/Jim Croce ר¼/ÖÜ»ª½¡¡¶Songs of Birds¡· ±à¼/¿á¹·
Lazy days in mid July. Country Sunday mornings. Dusty haze on summer highways. Sweet magnolia calling. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. Drivin' movies Friday nights, drinkin' beers & laughin'. Somehow things will always right. Just don't know what happened. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. We were only kids but then I never heard it said that kiss can falling in love and feel the same. I can still remember the first time I told you I love you. All the dust in mid July. Country summer's evening. Weeping willow sang its lullaby share our secret. Now and then I find myself thinking of the days when we were walking in the Alabama rain. Walking in the Alabama rain.