Hundred in the Shade

The boulevard’s not the same
Since they stopped the parades
And it’s over a hundred in the shade

No breeze from the gulf blows in
Get no medicine shows
And it’s over a hundred in the shade

You can’t hear the xylophones
No marches get played
And it’s over a hundred in the shade

The sky is a sheet of tin stretching on for miles
There’s not even litter in the street
The sidewalk is only there to blend in with your shoes
It feels like you’re counting on the blues

Instead of slide trombones
They play radios
And it’s over a hundred in the shade

The windows are empty now
All the bets have been made
And it’s over a hundred in the shade