Carsie Blanton - Hot night

it’s a^D hot^A night and I ^Ddon’t feel^A like sleepin I got ^Dtoo much ^Acommotion runnin ^Eround my ^Amind

some kind of ^Dsecond ^Asight I see the ^Dmeaning of ^Aeverything with the ^Dfever of the ^Afree and easy ^Ein the ^Asummertime

^Dain’t nobody gonna ^Agive it to ya ^Eyou got to steal it ^Dain’t nobody gonna ^Alive it for ya so you better ^Efeel it now

it’s a ^Dhot ^Anight I hear the ^Ddogs in ^Athe distance I hear the ^Dmen comin ^Adown the street ^Epickin up the ^Atrash

it sounds like a ^Dfist ^Afight like a ^Dsqualid ^Aexistence but they’re ^Dsingin in the ^Adawnin day ^Elike nobody ^Aasked

^Dain’t nobody gonna ^Agive it to ya ^Eyou got to steal it ^Dain’t nobody gonna ^Alive it for ya ^Eso you better feel it now

it’s a ^Dhot ^Anight and I ^Ddon’t feel ^Alike sleepin lying ^Dnext to my ^Alover and I can ^Ehear his ^Adreams

I feel like ^Drising ^Abread like a ^Dhothouse ^Aflower like I’m ^Ddrunk on whis^Akey sour down the ^Estreet in New Or^Aleans

it’s a ^Dhot ^Anight lying ^Dnext to my ^Alover and there’s ^Dnowhere ^Atomorrow that I ^Eneed to ^Aget

so I say ^Dnot ^Aquite don’t ^Dtake this night ^Aaway from me I ^Ddon’t feel like ^Asleepin ^Eyet ^A I said I ^Ddon’t feel like ^Asleeping ^{E A} Said I ^Ddon’t feel like ^Asleeping ^{E A}