Scott Malcom: Music
Newton County
Newton County is about finding your lost inner child at the place where you grew up. It's a fun look at the happy past and a reunion with the child within.
Another southern summer Saturday Down in the county of Newton I ride my Huffy in the red Georgia clay Down in the county of Newton It was a dirty shade of yellow and my future was all in the pedal and I could ride my day away Trusty dog runnin' by my side I couldn't be unhappy even if I tried and there's nothing more for me to say about that day What happened to the little boy in the tree? He's been missing...was it something I said? We've lost communication and I think that it's a big mistake. When's visitation with the little boy I used to be Call me crazy or a little misled. No need to worry. I can tell you that he isn't dead... He's in the county of Newton. Another southern summer Saturday Down in the county of Newton The sun is shinin' and there's all the time to waste Down in the county of Newton Sittin' in my rocking chair There's joy in repetition and going nowhere, Like sitting in an oven, but I really don't care. Hot and sticky on any given date The mosquitoes are bitin' and I am the bait. That's a tell-tale sign of it gettin' late...'bout a quarter to 8 but... (Refrain) Another southern summer Sunday Down in the county of Newton Down by the creek is where I wash my sins away Down in the county of Newton The preacher is preachin' 'bout the Pentecost The Methodist Church is praying for the lost I sit in Sunday School with my fingers crossed Everybody around me got a Bible to beat I hate the preachin' but the singin' is sweet. Can't wait to get home and get me somethin' to eat, and get the shoes off my feet but... (Refrain)