Lately I've been thinking about the time when we were young
When we lived our dreams and got things done
Now the days they move so slow, like butter in the sun
They went by so fast when we were young
I still hear them old songs playin' in my head
I still feel like jumpin' up and dancin' 'round the bed
Baby you're the fire burnin' in my eyes
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July
Lately I've been thinking about the shadows in the lace
Revlon red and moonlight on your face
But your skin's so soft and warm just like a summer's breeze
Just a sigh that can bring me to my knees
I still hear them old songs playin' in my head
I still feel like jumpin' up and dancin' 'round the bed
Even when a cold wind blows our love burns up the sky
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July
Sometimes I go drifting off to places you can't go
Sometimes you go places I don't ever want to know
Even when our love turns cold, an ember still survives
Hot as Hell's Gate Georgia in July
I still hear them old songs playin' in my head
I still feel like jumpin' up and dancin' 'round the bed
Baby you're the fire burnin' in my eyes
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July
Hot as Hell's Gate, Georgia in July
Lately I've been thinking about
The time when we were young
Hell’s Gate, Georgia was written by Robert Hazard.
Hell’s Gate, Georgia was produced by Tom “T-Bone” Wolk.