Track 9 of the album Vacancy Sign · 2011
Barefoot on the Hot Asphalt
“A flat tire in July with nothing but cornfields around me, and somehow it was the best afternoon of the summer.”
country · sunny country · barefoot twang · 3:09
Lyrics
Flat tire on a Sunday in July Nothing but cornfields and a wide blue sky I kicked off my sandals and I laughed out loud The asphalt was a griddle and I did not care a bit Then a farmer on a tractor rolled up slow Said, miss, that's a long way down to go I said, mister, I've got all day and a song And a spare tire that's been in there all along So I'm barefoot on the hot asphalt Dancing in the shimmer and the heat Got a flat and a freckled grin And a rhythm in my feet Barefoot on the hot asphalt With the whole wide world to see If the road won't hurry up for me Then I'll dance it out for free The farmer changed the tire with a country grin Wouldn't take a dollar, wouldn't take a thing I handed him a peach from the cooler in the back And we sat on the bumper for a while So I'm barefoot on the hot asphalt Dancing in the shimmer and the heat Got a flat and a freckled grin And a rhythm in my feet Barefoot on the hot asphalt With the whole wide world to see If the road won't hurry up for me Then I'll dance it out for free Some days go sideways and turn out sweet Some days just need a little heat A little patience and a little peach And a song just out of reach So I'm barefoot on the hot asphalt Dancing in the shimmer and the heat Got a flat and a freckled grin And a rhythm in my feet Barefoot on the hot asphalt With the whole wide world to see If the road won't hurry up for me Then I'll dance it out for free Dance it out for free Dance it out for free