Hot Town
Written by Dewey Bunnell, ©1998

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Down in this hot town
At some old cafť tonight
You hear the dogs bay
At the green neon light

Itís one hundred degrees
But the heat is free
In this hot town
This hot town tonight

And that there candle
Only adds to the heat
As you sit in your t-shirt
Trying to eat

You watch the waitress, you watch the clock on the wall
And the flies in the window climb up just to fall
In this hot town (hot town, hot town)
This hot town tonight (hot town, hot, hot)

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Down in this hot town
Donít know no person to call
And this here cafť
Donít serve no beer at all
Out on the sidewalk
Itís cooling down for your feet (cooling down, cooling down for your feet)
But the women are still sweaty and sweet (still sweaty, sweaty and sweet)

So you watch the waitress, you watch the clock on the wall
And the flies in the window climb up just to fall
In this hot town (hot town, hot town)
This hot town tonight (hot town, hot, hot)

Itís one hundred degrees
But the heat is free
In this hot town
This hot town tonight

Itís one hundred degrees (oh yeah)
In this hot town (hot town, hot town)
This hot town tonight (hot town, hot, hot)

(Hot town, hot town)
(Hot town, hot, hot)Ö (fade)


Last Revised: 9 May 2015