Greenwood

Birch bark and beech leaves

Campfire in the evergreens

First days of early spring

Fresh coat of wood stain

Front porch with my old man

Night caps and 8-5-8s

Staying up late, hear the whistling wind

While the loon cries down on the lake

I reside within my mind

And I can see the white pines

Take a ride out on the water

Find a spot out in the shade

Sun burns high in the middle of the day

Warms up a mountain glaze

The air smells sweet and clean

Fifteen miles of road between me and salvation

I recall when times were good

Every time I go back to Greenwood

Brother said we got it all

First drink of alcohol

Bass buggin’ over small mouth beds

We laugh when we reminisce

Phone call on a Sunday

We don't see enough of each other these days

Catch up on a weekend

Wishing we could be young kids again

There’s a place that we both know

Back in memories of old

Hop in the truck in the afternoon

Head out for Highway 2

Go down to the river at night, mayflies start to rise

Waters cool and crisp

Set up under White Oak bridge

And stay till you can't see nothing

Moonlight shine on a riverbank never looked so good

Ain’t no place quite like Greenwood

Take a ride out on the water

Find a spot out in the shade

Sun burns high in the middle of the day

Warms up a mountain glaze

The air smells sweet and clean

Fifteen miles of road between me and salvation

Me and salvation

I recall when times were good

Take me back one more time to Greenwood