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I have enjoyed the summer season this go round

I’ve traveled on the wooded trail

The sun was pleasing.

Its benefits were found

In every holler, hill and vale

Still I thrill to feel the ebbing of the heat

When the dog days of August come to heel

Into the shadows at September’s gentle feet

It brings a joy, but that ain’t all I feel



Early this morning, I was up before the sun

Putting the storm windows in

Mink oiled my boots and I polished my gun

Laid away my summer sin

When through the window, while shaving, I see

With a cold draft of dread

Crimson and golden all over the trees

In the glass, gray all on my head



And the shock of October

Won’t knock you over

You knew it would come all along

Treasure September

But always remember

October rolls over so strong

And summer is gone.



The night is falling.

The sky is pink and dim

A wind walks the land

The frost comes calling.

The grass is looking grim

And the gun is in my hand

Old Man Winter’s a liar and cheat

But he ain’t due for a spell

I’ve got two shells,

If the first one don’t beat him

The last is fare thee well.



(Repeat Chorus)

I have enjoyed the summer season this go round

I’ve traveled on the wooded trail

The sun was pleasing.

Its benefits were found

In every holler, hill and vale

Still I thrill to feel the ebbing of the heat

When the dog days of August come to heel

Into the shadows at September’s gentle feet

It brings a joy, but that ain’t all I feel



Early this morning, I was up before the sun

Putting the storm windows in

Mink oiled my boots and I polished my gun

Laid away my summer sin

When through the window, while shaving, I see

With a cold draft of dread

Crimson and golden all over the trees

In the glass, gray all on my head



And the shock of October

Won’t knock you over

You knew it would come all along

Treasure September

But always remember

October rolls over so strong

And summer is gone.



The night is falling.

The sky is pink and dim

A wind walks the land

The frost comes calling.

The grass is looking grim

And the gun is in my hand

Old Man Winter’s a liar and cheat

But he ain’t due for a spell

I’ve got two shells,

If the first one don’t beat him

The last is fare thee well.



(Repeat Chorus)

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