French Summer Sun

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French Summer Sun

He heard the quiet buzzin' of a fly For a second he wasn't quite sure what it was 'Til it tickled his face and he opened his eyes On a beach in the French summer sun With sulphur in the air and smell of something worse He leaned up on his elbow and looked around Wiped some blood from his face and saw his buddy James Mangled and torn apart on the ground The medics got to him and he thanked God they did He spent twenty-sеven days in a field hospital Beforе the slow trip home to the States Minus one leg, which still seemed impossible He got a job sortin' mail in the Birmingham post office Five days a week enough pay to get by He met a beautiful girl through a mutual friend and Eleven months later that girl was his wife Well the nightmares were often and so vivid and real He'd wake up screamin' a few times a week She was patient and kind and stayed by his side And in time he found a more restful sleep And by the next year they had 'em a son Who got drafted when he turned eighteen He went off to fight but he came back whole Met my mom and they had me And I come from a long line of soldiers And their blood's still flowin' through me And they fought in fields in foreign lands So I could be who I wanted to be Well I broke the streak and I went to college Instead of Kabul or Kuwait Got my degree and I got hired to teach Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Yeats In a decent sized high-school outside of Atlanta I did the best that I could That's heady stuff for kids that age But all in all I think I did some good And I come from a long line of soldiers Whose blood's still flowin' through me And they fought in fields in foreign lands So I could be who I wanted to be He heard the quiet buzzin' of a fly For a second he wasn't quite sure what it was 'Til it tickled his face and he opened his eyes Then he died there in that French summer sun And that girl he wouldda met sortin' mail back in Birmingham She met a lawyer and they fell in love So their story ends before it began On that beach in the French summer sun And that child she had, well that wasn't my dad And I wasn't ever his son So my story ends before it began On that beach in the French summer sun And I come from a long line of soldiers Whose blood flowed into the see And war took more than just one life It took him and his son and me


Liner Notes


Label: Old Guitar Records

Release Date: Jun 23, 2021

Writer: Jason Eady

Producer: Gordy Quist

Drums: Brian Ferguson

Harmony Vocals: Courtney Patton

Dobro: Geoff Queen

Lap Steel Guitar: Geoff Queen

Pedal Steel Guitar: Geoff Queen

Harmony Vocals: Gordy Quist

Harmony Vocals: Jamie Lin Wilson

Acoustic Guitar: Jason Eady

Lead Vocals: Jason Eady

Cello: Mark Williams

Fiddle: Noah Jeffries

Mandolin: Noah Jeffries

Mastered: Fred Kevorkian

Engineer: Jim Vollentine

Mixed: The Finishing School

Credits provided by The Liner Notes Project

ISRC: QZ5Y32100006

Total Stats

Times played: 69,759

Last update: May 6, 2024


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