Michael Ray Little: Music

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Summer dreams of winter scenes-August bearing down
The snowman is out of town-I wish he'd come back around
Pass the cheer, glass of beer-We keep cool this way
On hot summer days-There ain't a one of us drawing pay
Hey-we're okay-Down at Ed's Hideaway

Overjoyed-unemployed-swallowing life in sections
Looking for directions

It's hard to flee summer's heat-it's enough to drive you crazy
Accused of being lazy-I don't let that phase me
People say that they're okay-sometimes they are lying
Deep inside they're dying-Walking 'round carrying it inside 'em
Yeah-we're okay-Down at Ed's Hideaway

Everyday it's the same old crowd-we don't always have to pay and we ain't that loud-floating on a cloud

Same old folks same old jokes-The old soldier gets paid tomorrow
So I won't have to borrow any bread to spread my sorrow
Lonesome Sam the piano man-He comes in later today
I'll be requesting some Randy Newman from the stool next to Ray
We're okay-Down at Ed's Hideaway

Everybody's got a story to tell
There don't seem to be no bottom to the well
We're just floating here in hell

We're okay-Down at Ed's Hideaway