Hot in St George

[Verse 1]
Did I make a big mistake
When I chose this desert place?
I came here for retirement,
For the sunshine and the space.
But that summer sun keeps asking,
“How much heat can you endure?”
Did I make a big mistake
When I moved to St. George?

[Chorus]
Oh, it’s hot in St. George,
And the red rocks hold the flame.
When the midnight hour is calling,
The temperature stays the same.
I love the hills and sunsets,
But I’m melting more and more.
Maybe I should pack my bags
And move away from St. George.

[Verse 2]
Every day in July,
And through August, heaven knows,
That old mercury climbs higher—
Past a hundred up it goes.
When the evening shadows gather,
Still the desert will not cool.
I sit beneath the ceiling fan
And dream about a swimming pool.

[Chorus]
Oh, it’s hot in St. George,
And the red rocks hold the flame.
When the midnight hour is calling,
The temperature stays the same.
I love the hills and sunsets,
But I’m melting more and more.
Maybe I should pack my bags
And move away from St. George.

[Verse 3]
My air conditioner told me,
“This old heat is hard on me.
I can hardly keep on running;
Won’t you show some sympathy?”
It keeps humming, groaning, blowing,
Working hard both day and night.
I say, “Please don’t quit upon me—
You’re the one thing going right!”

[Chorus]
Oh, it’s hot in St. George,
And the red rocks hold the flame.
When the midnight hour is calling,
The temperature stays the same.
I love the hills and sunsets,
But I’m melting more and more.
Maybe I should pack my bags
And move away from St. George.

[Verse 4]
We need water in this county;
Rain is seldom coming down.
Still they’re building homes and buildings
On the edges of the town.
Every rooftop, lawn, and family
Needs its share of water too.
Maybe I should sell while prices
Still can make my dreams come true.

[Final Chorus]
Oh, it’s hot in St. George,
And the red rocks hold the flame.
When the midnight hour is calling,
The temperature stays the same.
I love the hills and sunsets—
That’s what makes it hard for sure.
Should I stay and face another year,
Or move away from St. George?

[Outro]
Did I make a big mistake?
Well, I’m still not really sure.
I may complain about the heat—
But I still love St. George.