Summertime

it was 1989
my thoughts were small my hair was long
caught somewhere between a boy and a man
she was barely seventeen and she was far from inbetween
it was summertime in southern michigan
splashing through the sand bar
talking by the camp fire
its the simple things in life like when and where
we didnt have no internet
but man i will never forget
the way the moon light shined in her hair
we were trying diffrent things
we were smoking silly things
making love out by the lake to our favorite song
sipping whiskey out the bottle
not thinking bout tommorow
singing sweet old alabama all summer long x2
catching walle from the dock
watching the waves roll of the rocks
shell forever hold a spot in my sole
wed blister in the sun
we couldnt wait for night to come to hit the sand and play rock and roll
while we were trying diffrent things we werre smoking funny things
making love out by the lake to our favorite song
drinking whiskey out the bottle
not thinking bout tommorow
singing sweet old alabama all night long x2