Campfire Memories-bass

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WHEN THE SUN DISAPPEARS
AND THE DAY IS ALMOST OVER
AND THE STARS UP ABOVE
LIGHT UP THE EVENING SKY
I SIT OUT ON MY FRONT PORCH
AND DO A LITTLE PICKIN
WITH A PEACEFUL EASY FEELING
AND THE GLOW OF THE OLD FIRE FLY

IN THE DISTANCE I HEAR
A LONSOME WHISTLE BLOWING
MAKING IT'S WAY
DOWN A MOUNTAIN RAILROAD TRACK
AND I STRUM MY OLD GUITAR
WITH THE MOON SOFTLY GLOWING
AND A PEACEFUL EASY FEELING
THAT TAKES MY MIND WAY BACK

THE SUMMER NIGHT REMINDS ME
WHEN I WAS JUST A LAD
SITTING IN THE KITCHEN
PICKIN WITH MY DAD
BROTHER ON THE WASHBOARD
SISTER ON THE HARP
AND MOTHER SINGING FOLK SONGS
UNTIL IT GOT REAL DARK

WHEN THE HOUR IS LATE
AND MY EYES ARE GETTING HEAVY
I HANG MY OLD HAT
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS
I CLIMB UP TO BEDROOM
AND TRY TO WALK REAL STEADY
TURN BACK THE COVERS
BEFORE I SAY MY PRAYERS

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