Dog Days of the Quiet County

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Mick Ethel

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Tall grass surrounds me
Dog days of the quiet county are over
I smell October

All I wanna feel is American
Die for state and get in trouble with my college friends
Make good and wash the bad away with Marlboro
Small town summer straight rock 'n' roll

Cut your teeth at the pool
Virgin with her swept bangs
Good kid doing bad shit being young

I am sick
And I am scared
And I am seventeen, living on a prayer
In my mother’s eyes, I got real short hair
With my Sunday shoes and a childlike stare

Remember Friday nights
About the fifty-yard (line)
Underneath the bleachers, while they praised their stars
It was fucked in the head
Man, there is no one like us
I should’ve left, but Jesus, I was having too much fun

The time you looked me in the eyes as I carved my name into your thigh
You swore that you saw Jesus that night

I am sick
And I am scared
And I am seventeen, living on a prayer
In my mother’s eyes, I got real short hair
With my Sunday shoes and a childlike stare

Remember Friday nights
About the fifty-yard (line)
Underneath the bleachers, while they praised their stars
It was fucked in the head
Man, there is no one like us
I should’ve left, but Jesus, I was having too much fun

Let’s waste our time, be boys, get high, go south past the gravel and the keep out signs
Old Ford got us far enough where it was cool
Close your eyes, and I'll be still as to not wake you