Long, Hot Summer, The


It was him!|He did it.

in my corn again.

so I put it in my pen.

I told him he could have his hog back|when he paid me a dollar pound fee.

- What did he say to that?|- "He didn't say nothin'."

But yesterday|I got his answer, all right.

My barn burned!

lowest creature there is.

I can't find against you,|Quick. There's no proof.

But I can give you|some advice.

and don't come back to it.

You're the judge.

That'll do. Take your belongings|and get out before dark.

The long

Hot summer

Seems to know every time

You're near

And the touch of a breeze

Gently stirs all the trees

And a bird wants to please

My ear

The long

Hot summer

Seems to know what a flirt

You are

Seems to know your caress

Isn't mine to possess

How could someone possess

A star

But you may long for me

Long before the fall

the winds announce

That winter's come to call

And meanwhile

I'll court you

And meanwhile

I'll kiss you

my lonely arms

Will hold you


And meanwhile

The long

Hot summer

Slowly moves along

Oh, so slowly

Moves along

Moves along

You like a lift|to town?

Never walk|when I can ride.

- Just push 'em out of your way.|- Thank you, ma'am.

I went shopping in those Memphis stores|this morning and just went wild.

Alligator bag, figured print,|summer shoes.

Which is all a laugh considering|we live in Frenchman's Bend...

and nobody's gonna see 'em but|redneck farmers and immediate family.

I don't care though.|I got my morale to keep up.

- Are you two country girls?|- Country?

- Are you two country girls?|- Country?

Our little town's the most nowhere place|in the state of Mississippi.

You can believe me when I tell you|it laces you in tight as a corset.

And as far as social amusements|are concerned, there are none.

Well, that's all right.|I'm a quiet-livin' man myself.

I only know one reason|for living quiet.

That's if you're too old|to live any other way.

In other words, you two girls just|take your fun where you can find it?

Don't jump to any conclusions,|young man.

- We're giving you a ride, that's all.|- Where are you headed?

I go as far as you go,|ma'am.

You sound free as a bird.|Doesn't he sound free as a bird, Clara?

Clara's wondering what kind of a bird,|aren't you, Clara?

If you aren't|a mind reader.

Clara here's a schoolteacher|and mighty finicky about her reputation.

She didn't want|to pick you up.

I said, "Why not?|There's two of us and one of him."

She said, "'Cause he|looks mean and dirty."

I'd say that lady is|a real fine judge of character.

You've got no regard|for the safety of your person...

the way you drive this Lincoln car.

I'm getting a fallen kidney joltin'|around this countryside with you.

the man to see around here.

You can find him over at our house|most any time.

You two girls|belong to Varner?

We two girls most particularly|belong to Varner.

How does a man make a living|around here?

- Honest or dishonest?|- Let me hear what's open.

Now, a fella that's hardworkin'|and clean-livin'...

can plant cotton|in the bottomland...

corn along the edge|of the hills.

If he ain't particular, he can|make whiskey in a homemade still.

he can sell.

Well, what happens|if a federal man comes by?

Ooh, they've been known|to come by.

Also been known|to disappear.

Hey, um, not entirely.

No, not entirely.

Missing man's shoes might show up,|or his hat...

maybe even|his suspenders.

'Course somebody else|is wearing them.

You a federal man?

Well, let's say|I'm a farmer, Dad.

Uh-huh.|Let's just say so.

If you was to follow that road over|there, you'd come to a tenant farm.

You could work|if you have a mind to.

Belongs to a fellow|named Varner.

What doesn't?

What's your name, boy?

Quick. Ben Quick.


Sure now.|So that's him?

Heavenly days!|There's Agnes Stewart.

She called up all nervous and fluttery|this morning to say she was comin' over.


Jody, I'm home!|And I spent all your money!

Well, looks like you sure|had a busy day, honey.

Just wait till you see|what I have for you.

Bought you a red-and-white pure silk tie|and a box of brown sugar pralines...

bedroom slippers.

I bought you|all kinds of other things too.

Whole bunch of new records|and some sport shirts.

- All sorts of things!|- Honey, it ain't my birthday.

I just wanted you to know you was|in my thoughts up there in Memphis.

You just sit down and close your eyes.|I'm gonna model my purchases.

You wanna know something,|honey?

- I hate this house|when you're not in it.|- Well, I'm in it now.

And I'm gorgeous!

Wait till you see|this new dress!

They show the same one|in theJune "Vogue" magazine...

only without these|little bows in the back.

Salesgirl said to me,|"Miss Varner...

that dress was made|in heaven for you."

On account of|I'm so long waisted.

She said five customers|had that dress on...

and I was the only one|did anything for it.

You like it?

What I like is you,|honey.

- "There's more."|- There sure is.

mighty pretty.!

Ooh! Oh, now.

- You come to your daddy. Come on now.|- No!

Come to your daddy! I got you!

- I got you!|- Jody!

What in the world's|going on up there?

We don't go in much|for stately quiet around here.

so much energy on a day like this?

That party has been going on|since Papa left for the hospital.

I don't see how you can stand all that|hootin' and hollerin' and carryin' on.

- It would turn me into a nervous wreck.|- They're young and in love.

"They're young."

For your information, we're still|on the green side of 25 ourselves...

for all the good|it does us.

is like a five-year-old kid.

You know what we were doing in there?|Having a pillow fight.

I hit him so hard, I knocked|the wind smack out of him.

- Hello, Agnes sweetie.|- Hello, Eula.

on this hot day.

Well, I'm not.|I'm damp and cranky.

I know what you mean. I'm going|straight into a bubble bath myself.

Agnes, you bring a beau by one of these|nights, and we'll cook up a party.

Hey, Eula?

Oh, if I'm not mistaken,|that's my master's voice.

"Bring a beau by."

My phone rang|just one time last week.

Just one time.

And this man with a deep,|beautiful voice says...

"Can I interest you in|the "Encyclopaedia Britannica?"

Let's go upstairs, and I'll give you|a permanent. That'll cheer you up.

Clara, you've given me three permanents|in the last six months.

All my ends are splittin'.

havin'all this time on my hands.

I wanna rush home and fix supper|for some big, handsome man...

and put kids in a bathtub|and broil steak and crank ice cream...

and... think about|what the night's gonna bring.

Why aren't there enough men|to go around?

There's no shortage.|Just of the right kind.

- Ooh, I'm not fussy on that subject.|- Neither am I.

Tell me just one thing. Have you ever,|in your life, been proposed to?

- "I have."|- And you let him go?

No, I didn't let him go.|I watched him get scared off.

Hmm, he came to call on me,|and then he met my father.

Then he didn't come calling|on me anymore.

Speaking of your father, when's|that august personage coming home?

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