The songs just sound better o
on a transistor radio
with a cold one in my hands
in the woods
and the food I desire
is from an open fire
burned a little bit
just tastes so good
-CHORUS
let’s go all the way next time
deep down in the hollow
let’s go all the way next time
deep down in the hollow
the songbirds sing it
they can handle my secrets
and the moon looks at me
like a fool in love
there’s just something about the crickets
that choir past the fences
that seems to come
from above
back to the crackles and the creeks
and the grass beneath my feet
to the sudden flowers,
the busy buzzing of bees
to the faces on the people
that gather with the joy
of just being
beneath these trees