Lyrics

Way down across the line out here in a fort of pines with a bunch of sticks building a fire With friends I used to see, part of my family, marshmallows and memories- Under the endless sky we say a dear goodnight as embers flick to the sky the tents aglow in the fire
I know how we do things / There is nothing like the best of outdoor living / We had so many friends who only gave for the sake of giving
Great to return again way back off Weakley Lane, the fish are jumping again, though I've only gotten brim