A Hundred And Ten In The Shade — John Fogerty

Way out there in the cotton Sun beatin' down so hard Sweat rollin' of this shovel Diggin' in the devil's boneyard Sure like a cool drink of water Soft rag to soothe my face Sure like a woman to talk to in this place

It's a hundred and ten Hundred and ten in the shade Goin' way down Mama won't you carry me

Handle so hot I can't stand it Might shrivel up and blow away Noonday sun make you crazy Least, that's what the old men say

Bottom land hard as a gravestone Couldn't cut it with an axe Gonna lay me down right here And that's a fact

It's a hundred and ten Hundred and ten in the shade Goin' way down Mama won't you carry me

Sometimes late in the evenin' Everything is quiet and still I set here and think about leavin' Lord, I guess I never will Heartache down in that city Bright light scares me anyway Sure like a woman to talk in this place

It's a hundred and ten Hundred and ten in the shade Goin' way down Mama won't you carry me