Laurie Smith Karen Summer At A Busstop

It was summertime in northern Michigan.

Splashing through the sandbar, talking by the campfire.

It's the simple things in life like when and where.

We didn't have no internet, but man, I never will forget

the way the moonlight shined upon her hair.

And we were trying different things,

and we were smoking funny things,

making love out by the lake to our favorite song.

Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tomorrow.

Singing sweet home Alabama all summer long.

Singing sweet home Alabama all summer long.

Catching walleye from the dock, watching the waves roll off the rocks.

She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul.

We blister in the sun.

We couldn't wait for night to come

to hit that sand and play some rock and roll.

While we were trying different things,

and we were smoking funny things,

making love out by the lake to our favorite song.

Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tomorrow.

Singing sweet home Alabama, all summer long

Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves begin to change,

or how we thought those days would never end.

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