Angela Faye Martin — Summer of Lightning lyrics

Lyrics

And he died in a car crash
On a dirt mountain road
Moonshine on his belly
Spilled on his clothes
Into a summer’s white sun afternoon
Along the gravel
The mourning doves croon
The mother’s son was named Tarleton
His blood now runs cold
Story been told
We see the worst things under the sun
Under the summer of lightning
Take him from this city
And all that surrounds
He won’t need our pity
Not where he’s bound
We see the worst things under the sun
Under the summer of lightning
So just leave this place fine as you found it
Carry his love over the mountain