Big Piney

In a silver canoe
With my cousins
We swam
In the river
In the summer

Living
In the ozarks
With the hills
And the trees
And the bumbling bees

And do you remember
Gutting the fish
And lighting the fires
Burning up barns
Full of worn out tires

We were looking
Under logs
For crayfish
And day old dogs

Laying
With my brothers
And my sisters
And frogs
Under colored
Umbrellas
In the sun

Our song's been sung
So day is done