Pool opens Memorial Day at noon
Hardware store radio playing the same old tune
VFW parking lot full on a Tuesday night
Don't know what they're solving but they're getting it right
Heat off the asphalt, noon in the shade
This is exactly the summer I was made for
This town in July — I know it cold
Every story that it ever told
Same faces since before I could drive
There's nothing in the world like this town in July
Diner's been open since 1964
Same specials on the board as the year before
Tommy Briggs still fixing trucks on Route Nine
Says he'll retire — says it every time
Heat off the asphalt, noon in the shade
This is exactly the summer I was made for
This town in July — I know it cold
Every story that it ever told
Same faces since before I could drive
There's nothing in the world like this town in July
Down at the fairgrounds the fireworks go off
Same patch of sky my dad used to point at
Somebody's grandma's been on that porch since June
Waves at my truck like she knows right where I'm at
People talk about leaving like it's something to prove
But I cut the engine on Route Nine and the whole town smells the same
Screen door at the diner, ice cream stand at nine
And I'm twelve years old again before I learn my own name
This town in July — I know it cold
Every story that it ever told
Same faces since before I could drive
There's nothing in the world like this town in July