Chuck Shaw - Late Summer Moon

I know I ain't the kind of guy that fits your description
Worn-out boots and faded jeans just ain't in your prescription
Yeah my music's loud, my beard gets a little long
But take a minute, sit on down and hear this song

I know I don't play football; I ain't on the team
But you can climb onto the seat of my old beat-up Jeep
I can make you smile with a country tune
'Neath the glow of that Late Summer Moon

'Cause the rain's gone
And the stars are out
Got a little whiskey, and we can talk about
Your hand in mine
Girl that'd be just fine
So we ought to
Stay here all night
'Neath that Late Summer Moon

Yeah I can get crazy, guess I scared your friends away
They'll tell you I'm no good, keep us from doing what we should
So bring 'em on out here, I'll sing my tune
And show 'em what we got, in that Late Summer Moon

'Cause the rain's gone
And the stars are out
Got a little whiskey, and we can talk about
Your hand in mine
Girl that'd be just fine
So we ought to
Stay here all night
'Neath that Late Summer Moon

And if at some point, it gets a little cold
If you want me to, I can take you home

'Cause the rain's gone
And the stars are out
Got a little whiskey, and we can talk about
Your hand in mine
Girl that'd be alright
So we ought to
Stay here all night
'Neath that Late Summer Moon

Written by:
Charles Shaw

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