Mount Moriah Younger Days
You were always wild
And high-styled your hair
Cheekbones rouge and dancing shoes
Painted silver
Everybody knows you'll fall for the chase
Rookies and Beaujolais
Nobody's getting any younger
Even Monty's gone on back to Maine
But there's four-on-the-floor at the Social Club
And pretty Jenny's still the same
Everybody knows you're gonna have it your way
Secrets and sashays
August is over, so when are you coming back?
You know who's in town now, and we got a round on my tab
Big city lights really got to be a drag
August is over, so when are you coming back?
Are you gonna fly, or are you gonna fight?
Are you gonna sit still, pout about the good ol' times?
You know I really tried, girl
To lift your small-town summer malaise
Bucktown blues stuck to you
Became your favorite charade
Everybody knows you'll fall for the chase
What will it ever take?
August is over, so when are you coming back?
You know who's in town now, and we got a round on my tab
Big city lights really got to be a drag
August is over, so when are you coming back?
