Chandler's Ferry

The wind on my face, I've got a fresh pack of cigarettes.
Below the rocks we've got a tent.
Bring the alcohol
by 2am, we're gone
the night is calling me.

All the things we carry
down to Chandler's Ferry
All the things we carry
down to Chandler's Ferry

The Water is warm
I think I see an opening
The night draws near
it brings the lantern to life.

A brown haired girl
sitting beneath the trees
on here knees.
A brown haired girl
sitting beneath the trees
on here knees.

Down to the ramp
we've got a rod
and some fishing line.

When off in the distance we see a light
and you turned to me
and said it appeared to be
the army corps of engineers.

The many attempts we made
to run for cover, you're secret lover.

All the things we carry
down to Chandler's Ferry
All the things we carry
down to Chandler's Ferry

And when we awoke
The tent we could not fold
because it was too cold.

The smell of beer piercing the nose
between my eyes.

Then we made a break for the car
"It's not that far"
A statement soon to be proved
anything but the truth.

And all the gear, I had to carry.

On my....way home.